The Need That Goes

The need to go.
I went there.
The need to know.
I got there.
Now, I am here.

Rowing, running, studying.
Money, Love, Happiness.
Italia, Australia, India.
Tempest.

In pleasure or pain,
In heaven or hell,
Still, I am.

Sadhana works its magic slowly.
Slowly the need to go weakens.
I am here. Fully here, accepting.

Married, carried, buried.
Still, I am here.

Formless yet ever present.

When I touch it,
When I touch myself,
My Aha!
There goes a tear.
And another.
Now another.
Maya is clear.
For I am here.