Too choked to speak,
too flooded with emotion to reap
any epiphany other than being in the moment,
as so uplifted, drifting on a cloud, my senses
screaming silently aloud in recognition
of the perfection of experience profound,
when emotions soar into eternal skies
and resound like one pure note of a temple bell.
I feel the shift, the rift in my thoughts,
as afferent resources saturate my being,
seeing everything with eyes of clarity,
no disparity, just truth in vivid colors,
as my senses respond in kind
to love’s prime execution,
no illusions of thought, purely emotions
flowing in the torrents of life.
How does one explain experience,
so articulate the senses,
so numbing the wordless attempts to imbue
just what’s happening within,
ensuing despite all logic, defying the rort
that is my own mind’s doubts in consort
with my heart, a melding of sorts
that I cannot explain to my satisfaction.
Yet here I am, tears falling, breath faltering,
and beauty set in flight,
a bird released in freedom’s light,
as every cell attuned to this one experience,
this pristine emotion in flooding peace,
and surrendered I must be
as the current has the better of me,
yet the joy is profoundly right.
What is it, this sentient awareness,
this self-attesting flood of senses yielding,
and how can one resist its outpouring,
a cathartic releasing of more than thoughts amassing,
rather a soul speaking in silence,
giving credence to what love is within us,
seeking expression in pure emotion,
such power this rising, this sun, this humanity.
Tony DeLorger © 2018