Winds of desire
Pause - what you seek
And plunge and forge
Through me
Is wasted spent
of your might
If indeed you want
To wreak havoc
Do roar and thunder
To uplift me in swoon
As one-pointed force
To be handed
In submission
To Source of Divine
For that's only worthwhile
Pursuit and goal
The rest - mere figments
Of this and that
Are pointless chase
Meaningless and futile!
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