This longing inside of me gnaws like a hungry dog on a naked bone
The meat is gone
All that is left is the lingering taste in the mouth
But it was hours ago when consumed.
The bone is not much company
Yet is that true?
Does my body play tricks on me?
Am I really hungry or is it lust for flavor
If I connect with my gut, I know I’m full
I can always be full when I connect with myself.
For myself is a part of the whole.
Deep inside is meat forever
Cured, smoked, and flavored in infinite variety
Hunger is when I forget that I’m already full.
External solutions don’t last
Stillness, being, inner focus
Are the keys to unlock my fullness