Choose Your Compass Wisely

I've been navigating my way through life

Trying to avoid the obstacles.

Trying to avoid failure; heartache; mistakes.

What would it look like

Instead

To point towards opportunity?

Towards destiny.

A dream of soul affirmation.

A quest for resonant frequency.

A future not governed by fear,

But guided by light.

The Mystery

It’s a circle –

This things called life.

It ends where it begins.

People say we are alone in death,

but we are never alone.

Maybe that is why

we are drawn to the sound of the ocean.

The constant shushing –

Like our mother’s heartbeat.

The blood rushing right past our ears in utero.

Maybe that's why we long

To hold each other so tightly –

Feel the comfort of immobilization.

The small voice of our deep longing

Reaching out to the greater longing of the earth –

The eternal, universal ache.

We are never alone.

We are singing the same song.

Sush and listen:

Your heart is pumping the beat –

Dance to it.

Honor the throbbing pitch –

Join it.

The breath in your lungs,

It brushes against the sky.

Add your strokes to the symphony

Of color there.

A dab here, a drop there.

A brilliant canvas.

The mixing pot.

Take what you need,

Give what you can.

There is no plan.

Every movement is beautiful –

Adds to the greater whole,

The bigger picture.

The mystery:

How do we know the same tune

Without consulting the book?

The answer:

We are made from the same stuff.

Nothing but children,

finger-painting in the bathtub.