WHEN MEOW TURNS TO ROAR

There's this gentle meow
coming from the inside...

And then there are times
when the mellow sound
turns into the roar of a lion.

There's this pull,
some magnetising force
that I cannot resist.

There's this burning desire,
that's impossible to ignore.

There's this sacred belonging
that I'm unable to obliterate.

There's this sublime lunacy
that's hopelessly incurable.

There's this ecstatic longing
that cannot be tempered.

There's this feverish rush
of appreciation
that cannot be soothed.

There are forces at play
that cannot be comprehended.

I don't have the slightest desire
to surpass any of it.

I wish to feel it all
right to the very core.