Breathe out
Passion is a seed. It rises from the dark depths of my being, following trails of a hinting sun, and blooms into action as it hits fresh air. Unraveling its shell, dissolving barriers as it goes, it spreads toward a promise of fulfillment, dragging everything around it along.
Breathe in
Passion is a seed. It was conceived from light and planted into darkness. The result of multiple copulations - Air, Water, Fire, Earth and Void. Protons, Neutrons, Electrons. Female and Male. Man and Nature. Tight packed shells of memories and dreams, brought together by the moment, in the moment.
Breathe out
Passion is a seed. It starts small and concentrated, then expands like wildfire. It takes many forms and loses its integrity. Its intensity will fade, unless caught onto the real - unless igniting more suns, drawing more seeds to sprout and surface.
Breathe in
Passion is a seed. It was fed, grown and distributed. It’s a child of the world and a servant of time, cared for by agents of change and doted on by the eternal, embedded with the spiralling genetic matter of millenias. Through it pass the coursing streams of life.
Breathe out