Yearning

When the body yearns
The flame grows wild for a day and flits away into the night
When the mind yearns
The acid grows until it burns through the stomach and it decides to heal itself instead
When the heart yearns
The seed thrown to the thornbush pushes stubbornly until all its green seeps out with a dying dew
When the soul yearns
The forest runs wild, though a part will die, another will take its place
When the spirit yearns
It's a call into the abyss and the ether, nothing lives and nothing dies