fandom_muses: Passion
Passion rules us all. It is emotional, spiritual, and physical. Passion knows no limits.
I have felt passion in all its forms in my short life. I have know the lust for power...the passion of a woman in my bed, the innocent passion of a child’s faith in the Lord God.
Too many associate passion with burning intensity. They color it in fiery reds and yellows, they describe it as a force that will not be still, that demands it be declared in endless words, howled at the moon, ripped from the throat in a scream or a cry. The world believes passion to be violent, volatile.
I tell you now, it is not always this way.
I have known that feeling...but I also know what I feel now. I feel the touch of passion, but it is cool, not hot. There are no flames to burn me, no sounds to be made. It is quiet...a still water in my soul that moves and breathes, but does so with perfect calm.
I think it is the kind of motivation only a free man can feel...a free man that has realized his purpose. It is the effervescent rush of rebirth...of discovery.
I am no longer Mr. Eko...I am Eko once again. I am a priest...a servant of God.
And until the end of my days, on this island or out in the world...His will shall be done. I will see to that.
This is the passion that consumes me now...the quiet passion of a soul cleansed.
Muse: Mr. Eko
Fandom: LOST
Words: 264
I have felt passion in all its forms in my short life. I have know the lust for power...the passion of a woman in my bed, the innocent passion of a child’s faith in the Lord God.
Too many associate passion with burning intensity. They color it in fiery reds and yellows, they describe it as a force that will not be still, that demands it be declared in endless words, howled at the moon, ripped from the throat in a scream or a cry. The world believes passion to be violent, volatile.
I tell you now, it is not always this way.
I have known that feeling...but I also know what I feel now. I feel the touch of passion, but it is cool, not hot. There are no flames to burn me, no sounds to be made. It is quiet...a still water in my soul that moves and breathes, but does so with perfect calm.
I think it is the kind of motivation only a free man can feel...a free man that has realized his purpose. It is the effervescent rush of rebirth...of discovery.
I am no longer Mr. Eko...I am Eko once again. I am a priest...a servant of God.
And until the end of my days, on this island or out in the world...His will shall be done. I will see to that.
This is the passion that consumes me now...the quiet passion of a soul cleansed.
Muse: Mr. Eko
Fandom: LOST
Words: 264