The choice is mine to venture forth though wrought with victims robe
East & south or west & north, forward moving is my probe
The will that drives my fearful trek doth leave me cause to wonder
Outward view an awful wreck, my soul retreats from roaring thunder
It seems at times I’ve no control, experience comes as random chances
As worldly oceans toss and roll, creation by my hand advances
Could it be I’ve asked for this, a life not what my heart desires?
Creation answers thoughts amiss, as painted clouds spark tearful fires
For once the mind embraces will, the canvass of my life is true
Intent of purpose a heart so still, reveals the yield of spirits’ due
For I alone can offer choice, and move toward making wishes real
The truth comes from the inner voice, regretful choices shall reveal.
As enmity drains from inside, and love espouses action
The peace and calm I will derive, brings joyful satisfaction
Awakened to the truth of being, the choice is mine and mine alone
The darkened eye is finally seeing; how Spirit focused I have grown
Equanimity foreshadows doubt, as confidence and faith appear
My love shall cast all demons out, divine existence drawing near
Positively Poetry 