Is our passion really here to destroy us?
Or will we be able to frame that explosion, that Big Bang that started everything, the Good and the Bad?
Will we be able to pause, to stop, to stay still after that ecstatic experience of life? Of creation? Of sexual pleasure?
Will we be able not to crave for more?
Will we be able to just stand still and observe the result of our passionate embrace with life?
Will we be able not to want more, to enjoy the non-movement, to see the chaos of cosmos in what now solidified, materialized?
Will we be able to recognize that spark of fire in what seems dead to us now?
Will we be able to see the horizon even though solid walls are holding us in one place?
Will we be able to awaken the inner vision that will tells us we are limitless? Limitless beings playing out a game of constriction?
Will we be able to look at all that has become solid in our lives, and be in awe while we remember the sexual explosion that was the source, the creator, the divine force that brought the solid into being?
Could we ever be so aware, so still, that we can sense the euphoric dance of creation in all solid form?
Could we ever penetrate the apparent solidity and see the vibrant sexual game of life in all that surrounds us?
Could we see the dynamic of life in all that we perceive as dead?