Passion Overflowing

When passion overflows into and onto the life of another, its power and effect on the one from whom it flows is determined by the degree of readiness to receive and reciprocal passion of that other person.  For passion unwelcomed or ill-timed or boundless can strike fear, shock or loathing in one not prepared to receive or engage it.  Passion has a power of its own—replenished moment by moment by the one it possesses—that is sure to cause a reaction.  For passion cannot be easily ignored no matter how much one in its presence desires to remain unattached.  It is the reaction to the passion that sets the tone and quality of the relationship now inescapably begun.  Is the passion any less passionate when fallen on a dispassionate heart?  Can passion survive for long without being fostered by the one to whom it is directed, who embraces it to return fuller and more whole to its initiator, who in turn repeats the cycle until it perpetuates itself without effort? What limits the passion is the inability or refusal or ignorance by one to continue the circuit’s flow between the two.  Then passion , the very same, becomes its own antagonist, its enemy and the destruction of its original nature, due to the impact now contrary to its original intent.  When is the risk of the contrary worth an open display of one’s heart and soul and being?  Is passion true to its nature when it must be calculated and analyzed before presenting itself truly and openly without reservation?  Passion is by nature spontaneous and unrestrained in essence.  Passion, like an excited utterance, is honest from its outset and unable to be false because of its overwhelming tendency to blind one’s heart and mind from the world’s deceit and conspiracy.  There is nothing more sad than passion rejected, except for a passion never passed.  I want a life of passion, unrestrained and equal in its desire and reply by one who feels its strength and thrives in its joy!  Are you capable of passion or has life squeezed and strained it painfully from your existence, never to return to burn inside you again? Never a rush of thrill at a sight or thought or touch? Never a heartache so anguishing that only the presence of the object of your passion could ever alleviate or relieve it?  Where has passion gone and will she return in time to take the offer and continue the cycle?