Vacillating to and fro,
still not clear on where I’ll go —
yet aware of what I know:
I must simply let it flow.
Wish my vivid memory
wasn’t always haunting me.
There are times I want to flee
straight back to the stormy sea.
But dwelling in my heart and soul,
a wiser part of me
informs me of my higher goal:
Just follow the energy!
If my seedlings had no rain,
I’d have reason to complain.
Sunshine only can’t sustain
strength that’s needed to remain.
What I’ve planted in the ground,
human logic, may confound,
though pure instinct finds it sound
since, by fear, it isn’t bound.
And dwelling in my heart and soul,
a wiser part of me
informs me of my higher goal:
Just follow the energy!
I find it’s better to pretend
I know where I am going.
No matter what, I’ll reach the end,
but with the north wind blowing,
I need to hold on tight
while flying toward the Light,
and grasp the string of Spirit’s kite
with trust that’s overflowing.
Then up to heaven I’ll ascend
with wisdom ever growing;
as head and heart unite,
my faith makes dreams take flight.
By dwelling not within my head,
that wiser part of me
assures me that I’m being led
to follow the energy.
So, I’ll keep on keeping on,
running my own marathon,
leading me to where I’m drawn,
certain night will end with dawn.
Even if I’m up a tree,
moving forward is the key.
There’s no place I need to be
but where Spirit beckons me.
By dwelling in my heart and soul,
a wiser part of me
informs me of my higher goal:
Just follow the energy!
So whether I’m near sand or sea,
I do it happily;
I trust that I’m where I should be
and follow the energy!
I follow the energy!
Just follow the energy!