Passion’s Haste
The worst kind of love is the obsession of being in love... the all too common infatuation, which compels one to rush in recklessly, beguiled by emotion and sensation... a situation potentially hurtful and damaging.
The words of passion often resonate,
Like vapors swirling in a vaulted cave,
Like rain escaping through a mindless grate,
Or empty phrases that we write and save.
The florid supplications that we make
At times betray desire born of need—
That need becomes the onset of an ache
On which our words and gestures form and feed.
We must not be in haste to take a heart,
Nor win another’s hand as if a prize;
Setting our feelings and our thoughts apart
Gives common ground to one among the wise.
To hold a rose, with the hand in a glove,
Seems not a true expression of one’s love.
r. nuñez, 7/2016
About the Creator
r. nuñez
I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie5 days ago in Motivation
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