My Divinity
I’m breathing
But am I living?
Do I wake up each morning ready
for the unpredictable opportunities of the day?
When a new door opens, do I step through?
When a window closes, do I face the challenge with acceptance and gratitude
of forces and higher purposes that I cannot yet understand?
Can I step out of my perception of what I should be,
and just ... be?
Am I able to recognize the unconscious thought
and exchange it for wisdom?
Can I find what I’m searching endlessly for
within myself
and within selfless, pure-intentioned actions I take?
When the clouds roll in and the skies darken
do I trust with complete surrender
My guiding light, my higher consciousness
To show me the way
and love me when I am alone?
Today I am breathing
and with this divinity
I am living.
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