Desire is not just something we want. The ancients would associate fire and longing with it, and not just treat it like an objective psychological term. “You can have all that you desire,” whispers a sly Luciferian voice. And usually it’s about money, wealth, sex, or other materialistic concerns. With desire, comes pleasure. But not necessarily happiness.

Wanting things is basically our world’s motivating force, mostly because it drives the power of capitalism and exchange. And to create “desires” is a very well-thought out and masterfully-executed plan of the superpowers. Or power on any level. Often true desire is eclipsed by the many jargons and opinions that circulate like a bad habit. To desire something, or someone, is not a simple matter. And immediate gratification usually devalues the desire and ends up by killing it and moving on to the next one.

To find true desire is to look into one’s heart and hear it flutter. What makes one truly happy and at peace? What are the things that clutter or debase this pure joy that, for instance, a small child feels so easily when it encounters the smallest wonder? “We are too much with the world,” and with fashion, and with hate. To find true desire, we must look inwards. /ez

Through the smallest window, the bird looks in
Sees the old woman with her buttons on the isle of Serifos
The climate is harsh, the house is cold stone
Yet she desires nothing more than the memory
Of the man she once loved, and who loved her back