Body and Soul

Born of pain and raised on discipline, molded by the boundaries of the body. Burned by the heat of passion, hammered by the blows of rejection, torn by the pull of jealousy. How can one hold together? In the heat of our body we smith our shame and we temper our soul. We put an edge on our joy and sharpen our pain. With the fire of the moment, feed by passion, our bodies forge our future, random fashion. Logic streams away, like so much steam and there are puddles of melted reason. in the bodies forge leaving nothing to cement the soul and contain the passion. So it flares again. Attracted to each other by physical laws beyond our control we interact in an imperfect chemistry. There is no relief from uncontrolled action and the always unpredictable reaction. But with patience and time the chemistry becomes more perfect and less volatile. You learn that passion can be contained and that your body is more than vessel that holds emotions and reactions. Born of pain and raised on discipline, molded by the boundaries of the body. Burned by the heat of passion, hammered by the blows of rejection, torn by the pull of jealousy. Cooled in time, reinforced with experience, welded by will and fused by love, we hold together.