When passion unfolds,
piece by piece,
provocatively,
taking us deeper into pleasure,
into that which quenches our hearts,
has us seeking more and waiting impatiently for the next moment to reveal itself…
Waiting expectantly.
Knowing.
Trusting that what we hold is true,
Oh passion, a life filled with it! What fortune!
The horizon doesn't matter as the beginning nor the end mean anything,
Only the moment, the passionate moment, at hand!
Lightly veiled,
Free rein,
adventurous journey hand in hand,
Carefree…
As if written on our hearts, stamped upon our being, destined to arrive…
Does passion give life? Or does life bring passion?
When my friend asked I shook my head, and laughed, "I don't care, let's not talk seriously!"
A slight smile came upon her face as she said, "Happy doesn't need to answer."
I sighed and responded to her question, "Okay, alittle of both?"
"Good answer." She said.
"No, actually, good company and a good glass of wine." I offered back.
When my friend left, I thought about what she said, our conversation, our time together.
Passion is one thing, but love… now that is the real kick starter.
Unconditional love.
We are who we are because of the amount shared and given to us aren't we?
What is written on your passionate shield?
What brings you joy?
What makes you want to live to be a hundred and five?
Seriously what is your Kick Starter?
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