There is an intensity
To passion’s propensity

That which zeal pursues
Exposes what it would choose

With a feverishly frantic pitch
Striving to satisfying desires itch

Passion persistently pursues
Running after its insistent cues

With devotion fixed
Other aspirations alloyed or nixed

Singularly focused and intent
Passion pursues its desires advent

Knowledge fueling that pursuit
Drawn by desired objects attribute

The deeper the knowing
The stronger is passion’s rowing

The more one knows
The stronger fervor grows

For knowledge of potential gain
Enflames fervencies strain

So then…

What is loved most deeply?
What is desired most steeply?

What is most highly valued?
What is sought with earnest magnitude?

What is most intimately known?
What is most dearly shown?

What is most ardently desired?
What is most creatively conspired?

The question is deeply begged
To what are my desires pegged?

How deep is my understanding?
To what are my passions commanding?

What is the grand reveal
Of my passions focus and zeal?

What is the route
And strength of my pursuit?

Are you, ABBA, the victor without dispute?
Are you ruling my passions absolute?

Does the direction of my goings
Reveal a true and real knowing?

Do they unmistakably reveal You
As the object of greatest passion in my view?

To what passions of life
Do I march on life’s melodious fife?

Do you stand out
As that which I am truly “all about?”