First Poetry Post: The Beginning

The Elusive Beginning

In the unknown silence of time,
A quiet presence,
Waited to know itself,
Patiently emerging from,
Hidden depths of wonder,
Into the light,
Of action,
Where a new awareness,
Born into movement,
Tests itself against any emptiness,
Anything apparent, perhaps missing,
Never having experienced words,
Or heart felt moving expression,
To finally, first hand, feel the joy,
Of simply being alive,
Into a unknown world,
Where its very presence,
Once fully awakened,
Will never end,
Because once known,
Life itself will be continual,
And, in constant motion,
Just as love itself,
Cannot stop,
In its evolution to become life . . .

Itself.