New Moon  May 27, 2025

We communicate with others through chemistry.

     — Rupa Marya & Raj Patel,  "Inflamed: Deep Medicine and the Anatomy of Injustice"

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I want to know the names

of everything I see.

I want to be free of want

& everyone to also be.

I want the pathless path

to be a little more path-like.

I want my love to grow

quite a bit more pure.

I want to learn patience

for Goddess sake.

I want for a quenching

of desire for meaning.

I want my chard

to grow a little faster.

I want to remember in detail

each idea that enlivens me.

I want to be funny

& inoffensive.

I want the ants to live

outside, not in the cupboards.

I want these two tuxedo cats

to clean up after themselves.

I want myself to age out

of petulance & injurious self-talk.

I want to become satisfied

with weather, like alyssum is:

sweet honey in the sun

white parasols in the fog

purple tangle in winter rain.

I want more & less

space, knowledge, time.

I want these crushed cloves

of longing to enhance flavor

serving others as tea hut women do:

wholehearted & cackling

shaking heads & bosoms

giving refuge & wisdom

from the stormed confusion

of being born wanting.