“Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is,”
W.B. Yeats
I love this verse by Yates. I can meditate on it for hours.
It sums up beautifully the ache in my heart. For I am a living creature filled with desire tied to a dying animal, and I don’t know who I am.
My heart aches with desire to create but there is something holding it back; an emotion that no longer serves me, like a dying animal. And hidden from view, under this rot, lies my real identity; my true essence. As a result, I cry in despair because I don’t know who I am.
Every night I wonder what it will take to free myself from this decaying carcass. The answer keeps me guessing while hope keeps me searching.
How long my quest will take or whether I’ll succeed is unknown. However, I have no doubt that when I do unchain myself I will know for certain who I am. And when I know who I am my heart will be free to sing its song.
With much love,
Lorlinda Osborne
Burning With Desire to Create 
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