By Tony DeLorger © 2011
The sway of life is intoxicating,
blood rushing, heart pounding its will,
every nerve alive with anticipation,
the expectation of prospect a drug of kind.
Each thought surges with determination,
its passage a path to fruition,
finding grip in the physical realm,
like the delicate petals of a flower unfolding.
Reverberating deep with our core,
the souls secret path of expression,
its dynamic our vitality,
our purposeful will to reveal.
We are intricate machines of flesh,
orchestrated by a power beyond comprehension,
a truth so pure our mortal bones quiver,
so remote from the thought of it.
Yet life in its beauty has found us,
planted a seed within us,
to find nourishment in life and to flourish,
the soul like a beacon in the darkness.
I feel it rise within me,
the base earth trembles within its power,
the soul a tiny fragment of existence,
yet still the very core of being.
Perfection at our core,