Source Invisible,
I bow before life.
It is spontaneous reverence
before the sacredness of life.
I want to touch being itself.
It is spontaneous desire.
I wonder at the sacredness of being.
My awareness of my being
is like bubbles at a spring
throbbing up from the bottom.
Did you see – the source is invisible
transcendent and infinitely abundant.
Dr. Antony Theodore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invisible-source/
