While last week my writing focused on compassion, this week I am exploring passion. Some interesting questioned emerged:
- what would happen if we engaged with the fire in the belly
- are our passions pulling us towards something that’s important or are they helping us to pull away from something we want to avoid
- do we pay attention to our slow deep passions as well as to our fiery ones
Bulbs slumber under
a snow mantel
awaken to rain bruised sky
stalks press dank leaves
their slow holding on.
Who remembers during February’s pressing fog
single blossoms spill over your palm
their essence heave against
fence posts, bamboo stakes tremble
Fragrance soaked air,
imagine reeling with desire
opening without refrain.