The Journey

Smaller stones breaking down larger stones, life is a deluge of abrasions; flesh no match for streaming elements-- clouds gathering becoming storms-- they know the ritual, and time’s eroding power (Yet, no one can convince me that love is not omnipotent-- and that I, somehow, am not part of her eternal flow) Pushed by waters, molded by churning I sense a spirit within, and from such mystery I sense that I will ultimately rise ever higher with greater consciousness out of the sediments of my mortal passing….

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Silent One

Date: 12/8/2019 7:08:00 AM

Spiritual poem my friend.. mortal passing, will lead to your chosen destination one hopes..

Joe Dimino
Date: 12/8/2019 9:04:00 AM

Thank you, Si; I really believe it is all our choice, from the world we live in to a greater experience of existence. I am certain that our loving God, who gave us Free Will, did not create this world as it is, animals preying on animals and humans preying on animals and other humans to survive. From the air we breathe to the ground we walk upon, it is all an example of human consciousness, ours to persist or evolve exhibiting greater spiritual unfolding.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/8/2019 2:20:00 AM

That spirit within is all over this poem, and brings it to life!

Joe Dimino
Date: 12/8/2019 9:07:00 AM

Hi Caren; the spirit within is really the solid reflection without. The separation is illusion of consciousness. Thank you so much for reading and perceptively commenting.