It Can Not Be Overcome

It, can not be overcome, strangled, suppressed or destroyed or covered up for long.

The spark, the pulse, the impetus, what some call Magic,

others God, Chance, Coincidence or Fate..

it comes to call us and remind us of the way we walk,

Spirit through Matter,

Soul through  Earth,

Mind through Body,

Heart through Experience,

Some are called by It and It tells them of  Itself,

some are scared and run away from It,

others take It and turn the words into legends,

People search for It and It stands behind them waiting for them to turn around

It  can not be overcome by guns or violence, or seduced by cash and policies of a better world, it can  not be found in learned books or in the latest science, but is often seen

sitting by the rivers of the world or in the eyes of children ,old and young

in quiet holy places where no people come,

in a moment of heart breaking reflection as you shed your skins,

It can not be overcome, but only welcomed

When people search for meaning, for pleasure or for power

They search for It and It is always wanting to be found.

Walk in crowds, in the pressing throng

there It is ..

everywhere is It