The Power Within

The kind of power found deep inside

Which does not demand, or require armies

Of metal clad members of the hive marching on

A power which does not brace itself

Against the sweeping ocean tides

That promise to erode, that promise to shape

As natures design

The subtle power

Much like a butterflies wing

That can stir a hurricane

Much like the galloping of hoves

Can shift continents once again

There are many kinds of power

Some are short lived, but clung to desperately

The weakest powers which can only be sustained through violent displays of dominance

Must eventually give way to the true power

That turns every cell, every star, every true heart into action

There is a power that outlives and outmatches

Even the bombs and the guns and declarations

Even those positioned on pedestals of skulls and high off influence

A power so devastating and unassuming

As the pulse of a butterfly’s wing

The power which moves under the surface of it all

And dwarfs even our imaginings

Of what is possible

The power of the Earth

The power of a true Heart

The power at the center of it all