By Tony DeLorger © 2013
but every little nuance,
delivers the flavours and textures of life,
into an open and ravenous soul,
always ready to imbibe the fragments of truth,
that each moment of life delivers,
whether pure or evil,
all heart felt and taken,
into the coffers of a heart that cares.
pain in a parcel, gift wrapped,
but always delivered,
on time, sleet or snow,
in sunlight or storm,
to a mind to consider,
to try to understand,
in the light of truth,
without the veil of will or bias.
Exquisite the sway,
of loving thoughts,
that we can impart on the canvas of life,
to share the journey,
the pain and triumph of our passage,
in the knowledge that love always,
is worth the fight,
worth the sacrifice and path of learning,
given to those of acceptance.
but the water flow beneath me,
its cyclic undulations the moods of my soul,
enacts human conclusions of righteous thought,
and I observe and take in truth,
like an aged wine,
relishing each sensation,
and trying not to judge but bare witness,
to the complexity,
of each moment.
I am the eternal observer,
the passive gatherer,
the balance of a tortured yet facile mind,
delving into a pool of hope,
encouraging to drink,
those of lesser propensity,
and in that, bring thoughts to bare,
realisations to rise into life manifest,
into blissful experience.
The more we seek, the more we see, there more we may understand.