Desire

Thoughts, he said, I desire, he desires,
Leading to contempt, laughter, fear,
Conquer this, he said, And I ask him now,
Did he not know this by thought, and shedding tears?
Master of my mind, Am I? Then who am I?
My mind must then be a slave to me,
I say to him, Standing alone, I bow to only one decree,
That as all I am one, and as one I am all,
Whether I rise, and whether I fall,
I would like my mind, and even me,
To be all I know, And even more,
Beyond what I can think and see.
Is there a law, I must bow to?
Is there an action I must do?
To prove to him, my beloved,
That my love is true?
We are all slaves at times,
Masters at times,
Why not dream of a time,
When we are slave and master,
All at once. Then there would be no begging,
Borrowing, stealing, Each owning a throne.
Did we not dream of an equal land,
Should I forgive? Then I am master,
Should I berate? Then I am slave,
Should I love? Oh then I would hate,
Or should I just be a common knave?
As common as this is, my love, to you,
It has become more uncommon in this
World today. Mother dreamed of an equal land,
And we have installed laws in it's place.
I am not above. I am not below,
And as I think, the lesser I know.
You were right my love,
Let me stop thinking now,
Lest my breath give way,
And my heart stall.