Passion

"Pass me not" is so opposite to what most people want. To engage with people can be demanding because it's intense and requires commitment. Life feels far easier to have lots of friends a la Facebook where you just exchange pleasantries and can bail whenever times get rough. Most end up saying "pass" to intimacy.

Look past the choir robes, religiosity and other prejudices. Listen to the soulful passionate, engagement with the music and feelings. This performance of this old spiritual kills. Let loose in the exclamations, shouts, cries... and the passion to hold on to someone who loves us is so so so so sweet.

Going through the "valley" prepares me for higher places. And I feel like living proof of what it means to be drifting in the vast emptiness of space only to find a way to life. This contrast, if experienced mirrors the moment of our birth, when nothing becomes something. And death, then the life ends just as magically. Both moments reflect the beauty of meeting another, connect, share and enjoy the desire to be loved, for closeness and fulfillment.

So I don't want to let go of these moments because they are the gems of life. In myself, in others, in Nature and in this life we share on the blue planet, whose very existence in the empty violence of the cosmos, is a miracle. Living proof that hard times actually make life worth living. (in spite of the pain). Pass me not.

** sorry if you noticed I posted these videos before. Good things haunt me (in a good way).