Destiny?
Surrendering into fate
Q: Destiny?
I was in the courtroom…
The judge looked at me
Sentenced to death
Could it really be?
I looked for familiar eyes
Those who I truly love
People who knew my heart
And what I’ve dreamed of
One soul found me then
And we both shook our heads
This was unexpected
That I would soon be dead
I had a sense of imminent death
Even before this moment in time
Although I thought it was a metaphor
Not a punishment for crime
Was there a crime of sorts?
Yes, my ego was on trial
There was no more time to bide
No more time for denial
So there I was with myself
Accepting a new fate
I had to really be there
Observing a new state
After the initial shock
I began to unwind
Leaning on my inner being
My heart took over my mind
Ok, I said…I surrender to you
If this is what is asked of me
I am the one who created this
It is my responsibility
Having lived till now
Through unconscious drives
Even with good intentions
I’ve only merely survived
I suppose it’s just this lifetime
There will be more than this
Then I gave myself over
Into the unknown abyss
I found a sense of freedom
When I truly let go
Of attachments, left and right
Of everything I’ve known
Family, friends, history
Vision, mission, mind
My body and sense of home
An entire lifetime…
All of this began dissolving
Into a soup of being
Once I surpassed the fear
The feeling was relieving
Resting in deep communion
With that which is greater than me
I cozied into my faith
And observed joyfully
The transit was dark and light
A mixture of both
Discomfort became comfort
As I continued to let go
Soon the light was brighter
Bolder and more true
Something was happening
I was coming through
There aren’t words to describe
I cannot articulate
What happened next was a feeling
Beyond the phase of gestate
Yet through into what?
It’s still a mystery
Some sense of rebirth
Was it a dream, or my destiny?
Either one, they both make sense
The metaphor continues…alive in me
As the death of old transmutes into new
Birthed in the wildness of possibility
A glimpse of hope arrived as a feast
Certainly a celebration of plenty
Another story writing itself?
Again the tests were many…
I was in a field,
With rivers a flow
The sun was bright
Intuitive glow
Instead of just following
The hoards of the masses
I listened intently
Watching the leaves and the grasses
I felt a call towards a garden
Secret and hidden
The space of less as more
And yet a feast also given
In this sacred space
A story was ripening
There was a seat for me
The experience, enlightening
I presenced myself
To the glory of the moment
Before waking up
Just a little postponement
I realized I was dreaming
Lucid and so real
That space where dreams intersect
Life as surreal
For a glimpse I received
The gift of destiny
And knew it was my fate
To live it into reality
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