on passion

Its not something you are always aware of, but rather a jealous enthusiasm that you can't ignore. Its the thing you wish you had, you possessed, you were capable of producing. Its not as much something that you seek out, but really just something that you can't help but noticing. You see it when other people have it and you are without. You know if you could just do the thing, create the thing, be the thing, you would be living your truest self.

But getting there, how to get there...and is it worth it?

And am I able? Do I have what it takes or am I just dreaming again?

 Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.

Can't escape my head. Can't make my body do what it must to drive...to drive to the destination that I can't seem to shake.

And is this good and true and beautiful...is it coming from a deep stirring, or is it just selfish ambition?  How do I get to the frontier between who I desire to be and what others require of me?

And do I even remember that my life is not about me in all of this.  Passion must be either a spiritual resurrection or a narcissistic pursuit. So how do I keep my mind from that which I know I must do and be.

Looking, seeking to demonstrate an outward love, but not loose this gentleness toward self, not lose myself.

It must be outside of me, outside of me, but IN me. It must me Real Love igniting the quest, this is the first step.