A Poem by Adrien Jamai The Need That Goes The need to go.
I went there.
The need to know.
I got there.
Now, I am here. Rowing, running, studying.
Money, Love, Happiness.
Italia, Australia, India.
Tempst. In pleasure or pain,
In heaven or hell,
Still, I am. Sadhana works it’s magic slowly.
Slowly the need to go weakens.
I am here. Fully here, accepting. Married, carried, burried.
Still, I am here. Formless yet everpresent.