The Passion that Binds

On Finding Your Bliss:

I wrote this one lovely afternoon while sitting in the sun on the porch of the Dubliner Pub. Sipping a Hefeweizen and being in the moment brought these thoughts to mind and pen.

My Uncle Christopher calls it your bliss, and has encouraged me at every turn to search for it. Perhaps it is something tied to your destiny. Perhaps it is only a reflection of some seemingly unattainable desire.

How does one find one's passion/bliss? Some might say that through the serene process of zen, one can attain passion, or maybe one just fumbles about until the passion presents itself. Sometimes we don't recognize our passion until it beats us about the head and shoulders with a large prickly stick. I imagine that it happens in a myriad of ways, each singular for each individual seeking.

What I know is that the passion is not all pleasure. Frustration, knowledge, suffering, joy, submission and dominance - a plethora of weltering emotions and proficiencies/inefficiencies are all part and parcel of the passion and its demands and rewards.

The passion screams, weeps, laughs unbridled. It embraces, it thrusts away, elusive yet tangible and ephemeral as faeries, lover, friend, concupiscent enemy. The conquering delight, mischevious uncertainty, blatant failure, devious gift and amorphous anxiety.