Nexus Of Souls
A Poem
My lot is what I imagined it could be.
I live modestly, but not meagerly,
I have what I need, and a little more,
Well-set, but unpretentiously.
The implausible fortuitousness
of my circumstance astounds even me.
My chakras must be aligned with my Chi. ;-)
But would I not be remiss to presume
our fortunes are mere coincidence.
There is a higher power in play when
our senses are acute and attune.
All living things, varying by degree,
radiate a vibe, an energy.
It surrounds, pervades, and permeates,
äffecting and ēffecting ubiquitously.
No, this is not Divine Providence,
a faith based on spiritual apprehension.
This imbues all sentient life,
another intangible proposition,
but its existential plausibility is rife.
This synergy of souls
coalesces and compounds endlessly
to create a force with an effect greater
than the sum of their effects separately.
Be it collective consciousness, karmic foresight,
or a sentient metaphysical spirituality,
it is a force fathomed and followed
by a relative few who sense, embrace,
and dare to abide its transcendental divinity.
It takes a keen awareness of the senses,
trusting our instincts enough to act on
intuition, impression, and apprehension.
An unquestioned subliminal comprehension.
We have all said, “I must be living right”
when something good happens in our life.
That happens when we are one with the force.
To which we should all aspire as a matter of course.
So, one bloke’s recipe for success
is to develop a heightened awareness
and a high sense of self-preservation,
a higher than average give-a-shit factor,
and trust in your senses and inclinations.
© 2024 RidgeMagee
