Birth-place

I have this Urge
To live
As a speck of dust
Within Your pocket
And to dis-appear
Every time you touch me
Getting re-born
Within the softness
Of the middle of Your palm

I have this Urge
To be close to You
To breath
Your breath
Just for another second
Or a minute
Or another lifetime within
The Mayas of different
Realities

I have this Urge
To jump into the motion
Of clouds, waves, a cat’s purring
To take you in
Sensing the pause
That exists in between
In and out breath
Diving into Your
Birth-place

I have this Urge
O, please take me in!