There is running through my life a red thread;
Coloring me with passion, creativity, hunger.
Woven into the tapestry that is my being;
Differing in textures on each given day.
Waking up some days within a lusty fog;
Where at other times; subdued, controlled.
I am learning about the life of the red thread;
As indeed it does have the seed of life within.
Becoming fully aware of it’s powers, it’s force;
Yet appreciating the vibrancy it gives to me.
Passion thoughts cycle throughout my circuitry;
Rewiring me into a unique being, walking upright.
I feel that fire within; it is a red thread day;
A day dominated by my desires, my dreams.
Giving it a long leash, allowing it to run and play;
Yet tethered to protect all the innocent ones.
Feeling the passion, I know that I am alive;
Walking in synchronicity allows me to love.