Passion is an altitude often misconstrued as attitude.
Both are the same as it determines height.
The depth of things felt, emotion. Awareness.
This fire is fed by the things around us, if used properly great things can be done.
As it dwells in ambition.
A small spark that becomes devoured by wholeness.
The taste that lingers even after we're gone, the great thing about this is that
it is plentiful. There doesn't have to be just one start, and one point it finishes.
At times the wind blows, diminishing spurts of it's selfishness.
This at all isn't a bad thing as much strength can be found there as well.
A learning lesson to parts of the fire that doesn't radiate a wealth of heat.
A reminder that the throes of life can be great, as well as overwhelming.
One must not focus merely on quantity but the consistency of each fire built.
To maintain balance
The passion of ambition burns brightly for all to see.
Great fires have to start somewhere,
Why not stoke the fire I already see behind your eyes as they have more than enough potential.
The uniqueness to stand alone and be great, paying no never mind to
other eyes that bask in hindrance.
Afraid to be themselves, this is one of your greatest strengths.
The ability to see beyond the point where most eyes stop.
Continue to stoke the fire, dare whomever to extinguish it as it cannot be put out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem