Passion found me.

It took hold of me.

When I least expected.

During a quiet moment,

in between lighthearted banter,

and earnest perseverance.

A longing path of sure footed stones,

beside a raging river,

filled with Currents and,

directed flows mixed,

with cauldron’s of swirling foamy liquid.

I slow along the path,

and take my time.

Lest I reach the end too soon,

as the river rages on.