Inside us all a passion lies A place within where magic hides Some call it gift; others, soul That if neglected grows small and cold. But given soil, a rich thick loam And watered well with nature's own Shaped and preened to break the mould Can shine as bright as Aztec gold. So let it out and give it love Show it to the light above And tend to it every day Or watch it whither and fade away. Feed it books and poems, short and long Paintings, films, plays and song Architecture, print, installation Great and small, successful and wrong. It does not matter What's important is you try If you fail today, swallow your pride Tomorrow might bring the answer why.
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R.J. Ren 