By Tony DeLorger © 2013
I am the primordial ooze,
all I am now and what I will become,
the sum of life in transition,
and the expression of divine purpose.
What I see and understand,
is fragments of my soul,
experiences and truths in waiting,
for memory to connect and acknowledge.
I am a scramble of information,
most at my periphery,
unable to rise to consciousness,
because of the enormity and vastness of knowledge.
My cognizant mind remains aloof,
clinging to the physical paradigm,
unwilling to accept what is seated just beyond horizons,
yet within, my capacity to grasp.
Cling I must to strength of will,
to hold back the tide of past truths,
to remain centred and astute,
in order to draw the relevance from my betrayal of conditioning.
In the depths of my mind,
the plains of desolate possibility,
I embrace connections to the life within me,
and forge new paths into what my every cells tells me.
I am immortal, each cell within,
evolving, transforming, learning,
and I the shell of an invincible army,
contain an endless life.
And in my mind, many worlds,
at arms reach, at the end of a question,
seduce me and implore my following,
far beyond earth and mortals, to the end of time.
What we know is minuscule, what we are capable of knowing is limitless.
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