How large do I dare to dream?
What are the fears that hold me back,
born of the ego, leading off track?
What notions are meant to point the way;
which are the portents — lofty maydays
sent by an angel who guides and guards,
using feathers and numbers as calling cards?
How far do I long to go?
Why do I dream of far-off shores?
Getting to choose from multiple doors
should seem such a blessing, yet I find
choices diverse can often blindside
one who, in walking the path of Soul,
hopes to honor her needs as she serves the whole.
What journey is this I’m on?
Why in the world was I led here?
Who must I meet (not yet in my sphere)
before I’ll be moved to somewhere new?
Grateful and trusting, still I’m clueless.
Meanwhile (awaiting celestial Light
to illumine my path), I will dance and write….
While I dance and write,
I will grieve what has gone,
and as life hurries on,
I’ll continue to grow.
From the seeds I sow
will spring verdant shoots
supported by roots,
which are fed by a stream
that, with Light, is agleam….
How large do I dare to dream?