Reflections on life, truth, faith, love, introspection, and transformation.

Grasping doesn't get it

To want with insecurity is not to desire
It is a wish upon a star too distant to know by name
It is to grasp with fingers incapable of holding that which could otherwise be obtained
It is to reach too far beyond the artificial desire of insecurity
Like a magnet facing backward, pushing away it's counterpart
Too often we grasp at an unfamiliar wish
Instead of preparing to accept our deepest desires

Where are you grasping when you might be receiving?