Never will I question myself
when the soul pleas domain,
steps beyond my understanding,
yet I know the truth remains,
and following not has caused me pain,
when my pride and stubborn nature
know no bounds
and I myself be slain.
to crisp thunderous demands,
when I in better thought
seem to think I command,
yet folly trails my self-important ruse,
when I listen not to my souls pleas,
and tread my path alone,
to my own detriment.
Now those whispers
are like oncoming storms,
blackened skies and lightning forlorn,
trying to persuade a mind
to listen to itself,
and know that path taken is wise,
not fraught with obstacles
and the slow pain of lessons till now deprived.
I cannot question my mind,
if ego in repose just watching, and I
accept the knowing I keep inside,
that guides a fool to better ways,
to live and learn another day,
for all the answers within do lay,
and my only task to listen,
to find my higher self.
And when in time I learned to listen,
those whispers became gentle,
and I accept them for my betterment,
knowing that I am whole within,
just my shell needs the learning, me,
the discerning of the choices placed before me,
the soul, like a friend explains,
and I for the knowing, comply.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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