The Death Of Passion
We are the salmon swimming upstream;
the swallows returning to Capistrano;
all of life is about following our dream;
wherever love takes us; we go.
Love is the eternal soul’s oxygen supply;
without it; we breathe our last breath;
the passions of love; we cannot deny;
to live without love; means death.
Passion is the energy that powers the soul;
in Eden, the blind shall see;
creating perfection is passion’s role;
all love was meant to be.
We were all made in the Master’s image;
both male and female; together;
we’re to become the Master’s lineage;
a love, meant to last forever.
That passion was shattered by insurrection;
the serpent and the man sought control;
separation occurred, as a form of protection;
and passion became a separate soul.
Love demanded that all be joined together;
passions of love would make it become;
transforming into a love; to last forever;
male and female; must again be one.
We live life; seeking that which we lost;
His love rejected; the Master cried;
then His Son willingly paid the cost;
on that dark night; when passion died;
Monty 9/6/23. # 1,777