A friend enquired,
"Where does your power come from?
Not the kind that moves the body.
The sort that gives you life."
I suggested it comes from
My beliefs, philosophy,
From religions, accomplishments,
From recognition and friends,
Acceptance and respect.
"How about from loved ones,
From being loved?" he proposed.
Especially that, I concurred,
That's the essence of it all.
What is love
But the recognition of
Spirit that moves in all things,
The soul giving life to body,
Surfacing as personality–
My innate talents–
Giving me a purpose in life?
When one loses the connection
Between body and soul,
The spark is lost,
And with it the reason for living.
He interrupted,
"Perhaps your power comes from what you do."
You mean as an educator (in my case)
Teaching survival techniques,
Or as an entertainer,
Creating wonder and joy with magic?
Yes, I do feel fulfilment
And power when I give.
Perhaps that's it!
Power comes from sharing your talents,
Like music, art and dance
Power comes from sharing gifts with love.
There’s that word 'love' again,
The essence of all power.
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