God with a headache,
I am that which I am seeking,
vast ocean poured lovingly
into this body.
Cresting with sublime compassion,
falling into the trough of my own craving,
there is no outside magic,
no exit.
Patience helps the voyage,
not by soothing waves
but adding buoyancy.
No exit from this cell
except to notice
its vibrant walls,
the bright organic thrumming
interconnected everywhere
with the honeycomb of creation.