(A little Full Metal Alchemist and 2 am rambles in my head. It could be a spoken word 'poem')
My personification of traits, dare I explore them, cherish and nurture them, and then let them go.
Each one of them is played by a beautiful woman: cunning and coy, unwavering. Deep and honest, they pull me towards them and take me out of balance. They are a projection of my own imperfections.
First is Passion: the reason, the motivation and medium. She carries with her my self expression and dreams and maybe even the future. Oh, but she is fickle, her whims are far between as she jumps between hearts and minds. So many seek her, and she chooses her own simplicity. She is an ideal, an unreachable goal, a perfection marred by its own perfection. To let her go, means learning there is more to the world; to become humble. She is my Greed and my Pride
Second is Spirit: the free, the young, the rebel. She is the dancer, body and untamed heart She is my recklessness, restlessness and my deep gaze into the past while hurtling blindly into the future. Even in a deep embrace she yearns for freedom. And as she dances towards her comforts clinging to her desires, she lets me gaze for just a moment and follow her. Setting her free will give me peace and serenity. She is my Envy and Gluttony.
Third is Locus: the ground beneath my feet. Deeply rooted in her traditions and a she reflects my own. She is a rock, tough as nails yet still delicate as shale and easy to chip. She holds natures grace and the futures changes. Her gravity is hard to escape. Releasing her, I gain freedom and truth. She is my Sloth and my Wrath.
And the three are the Lust, piercing my heart,weakening my body and shaking my soul. As they disappear and fade, I gain my strength and fight.
By letting them go, I can become a better man, though more of a fool who's challenge is only fate.
