Up From the Deep Inside of Me

There is something deep inside of me that I have not even seen;
It has been held in spiritual keep all of these years, pure, clean;
Numinous fire burning through prior ages and pages of history,
It is not of me, from me or by me but it is quickly becoming me;
Spirit untamed and wild, nothing mild about her, yet like a child;
And the lowly gods whirl their heads trying to keep her in bed,
But in vain and it drives them insane; they cannot stop this train
And my clouds are full of rain ready to shower upon this world
Into which I’ve been hurled on purpose for a show in this circus;
Yet my tongue remains wordless but with earnest I try to release
What is roiling and boiling inside me rather than to bide my time
Because the clock chimes daybreak and it’s ready to break forth,
This something deep inside of me that even I have not yet seen

Note: Originally published in January of this year, now republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the reading pleasure of new blog followers. Blessings to one and all! (And, by the way, the above is as true today as when it was written two months ago.)


8 thoughts on “Up From the Deep Inside of Me

  1. The turmoil within never ceases but I am glad for it is a sign of life .Mere breathing is not living .You do write from the depths and it is easy to relate to it . Thanks for sharing .

    1. Your words make my heart smile. Thank you, Veena, and you are so very right that breathing is not living; it is merely existing. As always, peace & blessings to you!

  2. Beautifully written!! Your words and your sense of rhyme is amazing!
    That aside, your emotions are wonderfully exhibited. Each line has its own authority. Looking forward to more!

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