How could it feel

Anything less than adoration

With all that is centered

Deep in the sense of self.

When circumstances

Filtered through exhilaration 

Amplify effort into amazement,

Yet stilled beneath the surface.

It is only on that level

That anything worthwhile

And strong enough, can flourish

In really meaningful ways.

And lines leading from there

Are clearly as remarkable

As every focused pursuit

Giving reason for such actions.

Rising to the task as always,

Enlivened by devotion,

And attentive to each emotion

In the rotation of the cycles.

While barely submerged under

Situations seived over time,

Through a tired subconscious

Empowered by its transparency.
Ria 2016