Ascendancy

Tony DeLorger © 2016

In quiet repose, 
a soul imbibes its nourishment,
gleans the diamond yielding of epiphany,
and unbeknownst the sentient mind,
to the growth in potential found.

Blinkered minds in narrow sight,
pervade the world with assumptions grand,
while souls sit upon the plush honed truth,
its leeching knowledge a process slow,
those subtle hues as yet to glow.

The soul in serene quiet state,
resides without the human ills and desires,
perched neatly at the edge of reason,
ready to impart when a mind mid tempest requires,
and clothing falls freely from lies.

'Tis when the struggle is darkest
that a soul's nature, its character becomes evident,
truths and epiphanies surging from depths, 
to deliver a mind to its zenith capacity,
its innate sagacity.

Amid darkest sorrow, deepest despair, 
a soul claims its right to endure,
and in this aspiring ascension, 
we see what truly lies within,
that selfless potential begin.

What we are, inevitably, 
is often not evident in daily life,
but when skies fall, earth moves, hurt embodies,
the soul glimmers its existence,
and we see but a fragment of possibility,
the beginning of ascendancy.