Photograph courtesy of Chris Pix Photography
Emerging from a Neptunian fog,
now face-to-face with a sad monologue,
I choose to entrust my fate once again
to the inner sage who controls my pen.
I glean that what I had done while astray
holds a hidden gift, which I must parlay
into something rich for all to behold.
Like an alchemist, I’ll turn lead to gold!
I must take this chance to return to Self,
dust off the me that’s been stashed on the shelf,
summon the courage and strength from inside
to let go of fear and reclaim my pride.
For us all, the years are now flying fast;
what’s done is done and remains in the past.
The desires suppressed are ones unfulfilled;
every dream ignored, self-loathing has killed.
Nothing good arises from guilt and shame;
nonetheless, we’ve only ourselves to blame.
For in every moment we haven’t shined,
we have missed the mark that Spirit aligned.
Returning to Self is our only hope;
it allows human beings, with loss, to cope.
NOW is the moment when power presides;
the Self is the vessel where knowing resides!