There is a muted yearning within the heart that is destined to become our passion. That muted yearning begins to break its silence as it nears the Beloved, or as the Beloved nears it. It is an awakening, a stirring, a response to a calling. It is a return—yearning serving as an internal compass, homing instinct, and timer. If muted yearning is the heart’s winter, breaking its silence is its spring. That once-muted yearning actualizes into full-bloom passion when union with the Beloved occurs. Before union, it exists as a silent witness—watching, awaiting the spark and call to passion. But that spark is only a beginning—a sprouting. It’s much like the entelechy of an acorn to become an oak tree that the blueprint and silhouette of our yearning embodies the fullness and abundance of our passion. Yearning is the root of the rose of our passion. And the potential of our passion actualizes as our joys and sorrows—the flowering of our passion as a rose in bloom.
In the beginning, there was only One—the Source, God, Great Spirit. And there was Source’s yearning. That yearning was the magic Word, the “open, sesame.” That yearning ignited the flames of what would become Creation. Source’s yearning itself gave rise to Creation. Creation is Source’s passion, or yearning-made-manifest. We are the flowering of Source’s passion, or passion-made-manifest. We are the fruits of Source’s passion. We are Source’s joys and sorrows. If creation is the rose, we are the flowering—the rose-in-bloom. We are the rose’s beauty and sweet scent, as well as the thorns of its death and decay. We may fear sorrow and seek only joy, but the circle, cycles, and dancing spiral of life promise no end—only conclusions and completions, and wisdom gained through repetition.
From the fruits of our passion—our own lived joys and sorrows—come the catalysts for our growth and evolution: the lessons avoided, lived and learned; the karma created, evaded, balanced and cleared; and the unavoidable justice encompassed and experienced in living and making choices, positive or negative. These are the fruits of the fruits of our passion harvested and from which there is no escape. If not now, then later. There are no shortcuts. No detours. It is through these fruits that we honor what is real and are able to continue to offer up what isn’t real in sacrifice to what is real and true—only love. It is through these fruits that we refine, recycle, and renew, and thus are able to return to Source. There is no loss here. There is no death. There is no escape. Lessons learned continue to teach. Karma balanced and cleared continues to serve. And justice experienced is a merciful gift that continues to provide us with the most direct route to Source, as well as the most sober return home. Those fruits never decay. They, and we, are continually renewed, to infinity.
If you ever feel like you’ve lost your passion, remember your yearning as a spark within and tend to it. No matter how quiet your yearning has become, its presence is always enough. Break your yearning’s silence. No matter how far away you are, you can always return home. See that a little light shines in the dark for you. Open your eyes to your yearning’s truth. Like the moth seeking her eternal flame, follow the little light of your yearning home to the eternal flame of your Beloved. Embrace your passion, while seeking balance in its extremes. Find a way to be grateful for both the bitter and sweet fruits and all of life’s expansions and contractions.
