Buried beneath veneer of ages
longing remembrance, manifestation
— looking in all the wrong places.
Wrapped in a glance of the moment;
sustained yet fleeting will-o’-the-wisp
lost in the fathomless bottomless pit
of everyday fare.
Yearning for more than the usual share
when you’re looking for love
and lost in the tale
of the Infinite storybook pages.
— Cherie Shanti