Mumbling, Bumbling

Every desire is native and stranger
as it surges upon the plains of being
coming out from an inside long prepared
yet often startled, taken by surprise

Capacity came from eons ago,
but instance is always immediate
as scent of flower is for a bee
that changes course for sublime of nectar

I come upon myself as my desires
lead me to be, I try to heed and feed
them as wisely as I can as we stay
engaged conjointly in our mystery

Mellifluous I hope is my mumblimg
May no injury come from my bumbling