longing

don’t ask me questions
about longing.
look at my face.

i long to dissolve,
in your vastness.
to be nothing,
in your everything.

they say i will find you,
in the very longing.
in the anguish.
in the praying.

when is hunger, hunger?
when is thirst, thirst?
when is anguish, anguish?
when is prayer, prayer?

make me blind,
for i see veils between us,
when you created none.

make me deaf.
for i hear other voices,
when yours is the only voice.

make me dumb.
for i speak other words,
words other than your name.

take away every thought
every touch, that isn’t you.
but everything that isn’t
you, is also you, isn’t it?


so if the eluding is also you,
why am i drifting?