The song Passione speaks to me of an all-encompassing passion that takes over one's life. A passion that delights, yet tortures and burns one up from within. Can you imagine a passion that fills your heart, your mind, your soul... unspeakable delight and indescribable joy. That makes you feel "THIS is why I live... THIS is why I came into this world!"
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But yet it scandalises, appals and makes people feel outraged... there is anger, lies and maybe even hate. Yet.. yet you cannot let go. You may even cry, sobbing as if your heart would break. Writhing in pain over this. Torn in two and unable to choose. And there is a screaming in your head tearing you to pieces, even seducing you to remain in that terrible but beautiful agony. It's worth it, the scream says... it's worth the pain! Yet it hurts so bad..
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Then a light appears... Gently it comes, bringing a loving touch.. and it brings sanity into a heart full of agony. And it silences the screaming. And then you find succour and sanctuary. Yes, the passion is still there... but the light makes it bearable. When I watch the little girl walk past the choir who are dressed in black, it is as if she is saying "Do your worst... I have brought light."
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When I see others entangled in similar passions, I understand so well. They are not stupid or foolish... they are just enmeshed in something that flings them into the highest and most ravishing ecstasies of their lives and they are willing to deal with the terrible torment that comes with it. 😥
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But yet it scandalises, appals and makes people feel outraged... there is anger, lies and maybe even hate. Yet.. yet you cannot let go. You may even cry, sobbing as if your heart would break. Writhing in pain over this. Torn in two and unable to choose. And there is a screaming in your head tearing you to pieces, even seducing you to remain in that terrible but beautiful agony. It's worth it, the scream says... it's worth the pain! Yet it hurts so bad..
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Then a light appears... Gently it comes, bringing a loving touch.. and it brings sanity into a heart full of agony. And it silences the screaming. And then you find succour and sanctuary. Yes, the passion is still there... but the light makes it bearable. When I watch the little girl walk past the choir who are dressed in black, it is as if she is saying "Do your worst... I have brought light."
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When I see others entangled in similar passions, I understand so well. They are not stupid or foolish... they are just enmeshed in something that flings them into the highest and most ravishing ecstasies of their lives and they are willing to deal with the terrible torment that comes with it. 😥
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