Seán Ó Dálaigh

“Instinct”

When the goals wrought in this life

With the genes attempt to strive,

See the will falter and ebb,

Caught in Fate's fine-woven web.

Turn the eye and change the lens,

Focal point of life extends,

Sub-atomic wants and needs

Recede before life's galaxies.

See the root from which you sprung,

Wood from green and old from young,

From the tree rings, see the branch

Wherefrom generations launch.

Between was and yet to be,

As heart-wood supports the tree;

Feel the sap flow from the roots,

To the newest furthest shoots.

Though the leaves dance in the wind,

Providence for those inclined;

Sap creating still more seed

Supercedes all other need.

Obey the sap, pay respect,

Watch the stars now genuflect,

Before destiny writ high,

In the mansions of the sky.