The Subtle Call

Restlessness eating the peace of mind,
How not to hear the silent cry?
The body whispers:
“Give me full attention,
nothing matters more than me,
Go subtle,
I promise to reveal
What you need.”

Poem
Intense work leaves much joy,
But hyper-talking empties.
Eating more than usual,
Inner discomfort is intolerable.
Getting drifted away, unsure how to return,
Self-destruction seems an easy choice

Desire.
A strong, intense thought,
Running at the back of the mind.
Questioning, provoking.
How to truly discriminate?
Yes, it is a fire that burns not to consume—
But to reveal.