At the edge of change,
I hesitate,
weighing just how long to wait
before I arrange
to venture forth.
There’s not a clue
as to where I’m due
to ultimately arrive….
Is it best to journey south or north?
And could I survive
if I were to remain
in the eye of a fiery hurricane
over which I’ve no control?
Here within this foxhole
where only I reside,
a growing knowing
deep inside
persists as winds are blowing,
so it has to be my guide!
And only time will prove
if any move
is well-advised.
Hesitation
just might be
the step that turns a sacred key,
unlocking hidden realms.
When frustration
overwhelms
the ego in its quest to act,
a pause might leave
one’s path intact.
The need to achieve
on this earthly plane
can often be the chain
that weighs us down and holds us bound.
Before I step on holy ground,
to hesitate anew
might be exactly what I need to do
to open destiny’s gate.