The Pulse
The Pulse …
At rest with all that’s come and gone,
I sift through what has stretched me furthest,
what has brought me to my knees,
and I realise its my stubborn mind
that holds ideas too tightly,
to creates a veil through which I see.
At odds with what will be,
I fathom what my thoughts create,
and find that fear drives these ideas to a panicked state,
where circumstance and dark transcends
all that I implore, and in the end amend
all of my intentions.
Open to the moment, the present,
I cannot project a single thing,
as living in the now commends
to be completely free but present,
so that experience drives all there is
and future simply takes care of itself,
in contiguous flow.
In dreams I fly to far off realms,
fantasy driven to free the mind, complete,
and so with all my will and intention,
I forge circumstances of beauty and ascension,
to alleviate the dull pressure of logic and reason
and follow the paths of love I’m given,
to uplift my own perspective.
In life I bend to meet the pulse.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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Very nicely penned, Tony. I marvel at how going within to our deepest thoughts provides truths and helps us to know ourselves. I once read that the mighty Oak gives the impression of an indestructible warrior, but can fall when strong winds blow. In contrast, the Willow bends with the breeze and therefore survives most storms. I, too, often fly off to distant realms in dreams. It helps me to break away from logic long enough to see a deeper, more spiritual side of myself, to live in the moment and bend with the breeze. I love this verse you wrote.
So glad you related as I know you would, and thanks for your kind words. take care.
“Open to the moment, the present, I cannot project a single thing,” I like that, Tony. The past is set in stone and the future occurs based on choices we make in the present. The only time really given to us is the present, a gift not to be squandered. Thanks for another fine piece.
A pleasure Bill, so pleased you enjoyed the thoughts. Cheers!