Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

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 December 8, 2019 at 7:08 AM Spiritual poem my friend.. mortal passing, will lead to your chosen destination one hopes.. Joseph P. DiMino December 8, 2019 at 9:04 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 December 8, 2019 at 2:20 AM That spirit within is all over this poem, and brings it to life! Joseph P. DiMino December 8, 2019 at 9:07 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.