Why do our passions trap us?
Why do they never live up
To their promise of liberation?

We see passion as the force
And the path for the work we do
And yet such work is inevitably dead-ended.

The real work we need to do
Is to forge a path to understanding.
For it is understanding that liberates us.

Our passions are the vehicle on which
We ride through the labyrinth of life.
We mistake them for our way.

We traverse through dense darkness
Every day, to arrive at a fresh dawn.
Time is memory; time is also promise.

But not everything we’ve learned
Is remembered. Much is forgotten
And along the way a lot is lost.

The day stands like a weight
That must be carried;
Its annoyances– endured.

Soon the promise of an ending
Becomes more comforting
Than the promise of a beginning.

Your intelligence suggests to you
That time must be more than just
The duration between excitement and dismay.

That its office cannot just be
To mark event and non-event.
Time is life.

It’s what silently watches
As you live your ideas
And then get disillusioned by them.

Ideas that once gripped you
Over time, lose their grip.
You’ve outlived your passion.

You now stand facing an abyss
What must you do?
Must you hold on to that which once held you?

Or should you let it go?
What do you stand to lose?
What will you be without your reason to be?

Do not choose definition and identity
When growth into a higher dimension beckons.
Allow your passion to dissolve into dispassion.