Passion

I was trying out the mode Haiku for the first time, it is refreshingly liberating. Although this is more of a word based one and not strictly 'hora' based.

That fruit on life’s labour-tree

While tasting of which  one is oblivious

To the toil growing took

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The juice of fleshy fruit

Enchanting the senses thoroughly, that grates not

The coarse textured seed within

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Listening to the river rushing

The swift musical harmony erodes any sense

Of getting ones feet wet

Passion to me has always been a sort of loss. An immersion of the self so deep that the internal sense of time or continuity is lost. This disconnection with the motion of ones life, the disorientation I feel when I come out of the phase is how I recognize it. Sad in a way because it takes the death of something to recognize that it lived.