Do not go fishing for love.

Draw in your nets.
Walk away from the pier and snap your rod into pieces.

Did you think you would be left to starve?

Look.

There is coral below the surface,
and the seeds of pomegranates.

Your Queendom is waiting for you.

You are closer to the ocean than to land now.
Her salty foam,
blended with your tears,
has cleaned the matter from your lashes.

You can see now.

Do not go fishing for love.

Draw in your nets.
Walk away from the pier.

You thought you had transcended desire.
It is time to stop this thinking.
Your desire is how your soul creates your destiny.

Walk over to the dunes and shed your clothing.

Listen.

Your only suffering is when you fear you may starve.
So you build a boat and go fishing.
Now your craft is torn open.
Allow it to sink.

Did you think you would drown
in the depths of your yearning?

Fall towards the centre of your longing.
Enter your Queendom.

The love that lives there
is fishing to catch you.

Aisha Wolfe