A Demon Named Desire

There’s a demon that sits perched upon my shoulder.
He doesn't show himself always,
But in the silence of the night
He will whisper in my ear.

High and mighty I stand
Until the winds of his breath
Push me away from my center.

Then I get stuck,
Caught in a whirlwind of ideas
And desires
That don’t serve my highest good.

I try to shut him down.
Shut him up,
Quiet it all.

But his whisper is like a magnet and it
Pulls me,
Pulls me,
Pulls me…

Pulls me away from my center,
Pulls me towards the shadows of my mind.
Pulls me towards desires of the flesh
That don’t serve the higher good I wish to serve.

There’s a demon named desire,
And he comes at me when I least expect it.

He comes at me
When the winds of life bare down on me real hard
And my will-power is just a tidbit lower.

There’s a demon named desire
And I’ve tried to pretend he isn’t there.

But today I met him.
I spoke to him.
I asked him, “What is it you desire, desire?”
And he told me.
He told me he wants more.

And I realized that this demon named desire
Has been quietly pulling the strings of my life
For a long time now.
Pulling me towards more, more, more.

I asked him, “What happens when you get more?
When is it enough?”
And his answer was a long,
Soft word of “More.”

Til no end he fights,
And continues ushering onwards,
But today I met him in the flesh
And I began to see out yonder.

I saw him as a demon,
And I saw him as a saint.
I saw him as the condition that I was born with.

I saw him as my guiding force.
For good or bad, his desires drive me forwards.

In the shadows he rules me,
Sneakily,
Subconsciously,

But in the light he speaks to me
And identifies himself to me.

His demonic red shifts
And morphs into some angelic blue.

What is it all for?
This desire for more?
This desire for the next and next and next?

What is it all for?
How is the now?
Here and now?

Today he seeks more,
And I ask him what for.

And he laughs a laugh,
A ceremonious laugh,
And winks at me,
And I wink back.