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Today,
as if there were any other day,
prods me.
Wishing me to move, I think,
not in a straight and deliberate line,
but with great leaps and bounds.
Yet it recognizes with sympathy my vain pleas,
pleas for a time to prepare for action.
Not knowing that the action required was inaction,
another clever attempt by my ego
to anchor me with reasonability.
I resist.
Stumbling over conditioning,
a vague accountability dawns
spurred by the subtle demands of my Higher Self,
who I trust is not only is an accomplice now, but the architect.
Whispers,
calling to me,
promising
“Nothing”
Knowing instantly that was exactly what I needed right now,
Nothing
From Nothing, I can create,
move.
From Nothing, I can listen,
hear,
and share my truth.
From Nothing I can let go of everything,
everything I hold on to,
everything that stands in the way of having this day
instead of it having me.
Jamar |
