I am Life
I am Life
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Who then contests my will to be, to spew out the darkness of truth into the light and to engage the pure at heart to purge the lies and take truth to the breast? Truth, to exist needs sustenance, needs acceptance; otherwise it is simply a spark in an empty void.
Who then contests my words, chooses to slander my minds expression, the pure thoughts of words that have fallen from conception into the flow of a pragmatic mind. My realisations that have driven me to speak have taken control of destiny and marked my plight with value. Epiphanies that have laid me prostrate, breathless with resolution, have turned my life in ways no-one can ever know. All these things are mine to share.
Who then contests my life, judges me to be anything other than who I am? However I am seen, it is not me, only your version of me, what you relent to see to fit with the flow of your life, your beliefs and equilibrium. I am beyond your wildest thoughts, a mystical chain of events that breathes life into what I deem worthy. I am no-one’s object of understanding, no-one’s scapegoat or muse. I am singularly me, apart from humanity in a way that you will never understand.
Who then contests my beliefs, takes me to task over what life has afforded me. Whatever I have concluded at the expense of pain is mine alone, and what I then hold as truth, cannot be understood or duplicated. My understandings underpin my actions, my thoughts and circumstance and can in no way be a threat to others. My thoughts cannot invade, but light has a way of reaching the darkest places and in that pursuit, you have to take responsibility.
Who then contests my aspirations, the course of my understandings and the manner by which I choose to progress. Who then can judge my way in this life, by social convention, by some mass morality, that I can be segmented, boxed and placed onto some list of subversive nonconformists? My course however seen, is mine alone and cannot be understood let alone dissected. I bare the responsibility of my actions, my choices and plight. I shall aspire to be exactly what I will be regardless of oppression, enslavement or persecution. My mind is free.
Who then contests my sanity, the way in which I perceive this earthly life? For however I am seen, to be a part or not of this journey, I can in no way be judged sane or not. My perceptions are just as remote and unencumbered as any other mind of freedom. How I see my truth cannot impact on someone else’s truth, without judgement. I seek not to judge, and therefore wish not to be judged, my sanity therefore without question.
Who then contests soul, the essence of me that is the reflection of the divine spark that created me? I shall not be taken for granted; my essence the purity of the creator behind life cannot be unconsidered. My body is a slave to my soul, a mere carriage by which I express, in physical terms, my existence. One can dismiss my physical existence, out of all manner of complacency, but not my soul, my irreplaceable, singular soul.
Who then contest me, what I am and what I will become? I am but a spec in time and space, yet without me there would be no time and space. I am invaluable and yet I am worthless. I am love and I am hate. Judge me not, for I am the glue that binds our universe and without me, it all collapses. I am now and I am eternity. I am Life.
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