Let heat consume the blood;
Let passion come alive.
Let wonder be a flood
Whose churning waters help you thrive.
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The urge to create
Overwhelms me when I
Can no longer abate
Passion’s waves rising high.
When the flood of what’s felt
Saturates me within,
All my barriers melt
And the work must begin.
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May the fire in your heart never die.
May the Love in your life only grow.
May the Truth in your gut never lie.
May your Kindness and Light ever show.
May you always accept when you’re wrong.
May you eagerly seek what is true.
May your conscience forever be strong.
May Heaven be found within you.
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What we feel will change in time,
Yet this takes place of the Sublime.
Each consolation passing by,
We follow, seeking our next high.
‘Tis no wonder, then, that we
Can hardly grasp fidelity.
Whether God or Love or Passion,
All in some degree or fashion,
Matter based on what we feel.
When we’re not high, it isn’t real.
Perhaps what we must do instead
is face the truth we’ve come to dread.
No hit is lasting; highs are cheap;
No lasting treasure will we reap
Should we keep up our fevered pace
All passing pleasure to replace.
God is not when thing go “right,”
Or when we fall for tune and light.
Love is not emotion sweet,
Abandoned when our stores deplete.
Passion is not mere elation,
A fleeting, short infatuation.
Unless these things survive our mood,
I fear we’ll have no lasting good.
What a thing to know
The taste of skin,
When passions glow
And desires win.
So close, such need
As layers fall
Paying no heed
To words at all.
‘Tis magick when
Great love is made.
We’re one and then
All mis’ries fade.