as i reach in,
arm extended,
full length,
tips of the fingers,
straining for this last inch,
feet alighting
as the bottom of the barrel looms,
faint reflection of my sillhouette,
from the dregs of liquid
from the bottom
deepest
farthest
reaches.
the dull clank of metal on the wood bottom.
the sound sips
and washes through.
behind it is the drought.
so clear, just whisps of dusty wind through the fabric of clothes of mind of eye.
so clean, just shards of frozen clouds, draped across the clear blue, greying blue, beyond the golden light of afternoon,
beyond the reaches of tracks and roads,
reaching for heaven,
just a sip, a taste, a moment, a glimmer, one full, real second.
desire is a cup never filled.
the world is an empty barrel.
our hearts are the wells, all spring from one source, one flow.
what you want is you, self seeks self,
in the eyes and dreams of everyone else.
instead look inside everywhere.
i am there.
you are there.
look where you want,
where you don't,
where you are,
where you aren't,
where you can,
where you can't,
where i am.
there is the full heart,
the endless waters,
the banquet feast,
and mountains and oceans,
everyone,
everything,
everywhere,
anyone,
anything,
anyhwhere.
that is you.
that is you.
that is you.
this is me.