What does passion fruit?
No one knows it is.
It relies on passion goes on.
Is it true that soul explores fecund fruits?
Passion is diverse. My mind bristles with passion sometimes explodes and reverberates itself around itself.
Defused debris of passion talks nothing.
A bud of passion is anywhere, but now where is it?
Any moment keeps individual bud of passion.
A smell of it is always very feeble, faint and subtle. If we try not to be careful, we’d miss to catch them, it’s bud of passion.

Passion is an invite from the something we usually discover accidentally a desire and will to drive something.
Passion is always discovered and with being performed, it comes back to it has stayed.
Passion is serendipity, impulse and father of object, and mother of achievement.
For not extirpating passion, we’d not overuse passion and preserve it as the precious thing, making it in the rest.
Passion fruits wait for you silently as if waiting for you to whisper them.
(2016.2.26～3.9)

Encore from 河口ミカルの読書日記.