That thing (I can't name)

In hunger we search for that thing,
To satiate our understandings.
Most times our understandings are wrong,
So we keep wanting.

In passion we long for that thing,
To climb mountains
And arrive at mountain tops.
We could never really stay there even though we toil so hard for those feelings. Accomplishment.

In motive we want for that thing,
The honesty we avoid sometimes so we can justifiably walk a certain way.
The loving of the insignificance so we no longer have to face certain kinds deception,
Instead we wait until it all sounds true.

But what trumps all desire,
What makes you and me and the sunrise such a reality,
Is the moment we stop wanting, stop begging, stop reaching...and be still.
Like a tower, like a tree, like a mountain, like a building, like a jewel. Like concrete!

It plain old hurts to lose so why not give the universe a chance to give you, you.
In all your glory.
Shiny and comfortable and meant to be.

Yeah.