Maybe God has been listening all along.
Maybe God already has placed the perfect person in my life, right in front of me, yet I just refused to see it.
Maybe I’ve already met my soul mate but I was afraid of getting everything I’ve been saying I want all along?
I say I want a partner, a lover, loyalty, love without conditions, someone who makes me better, someone who won’t leave me, yet when that person comes along I turn them away?
Maybe I really don’t want these things.
Maybe I chase those who end up leaving me because I get uncomfortable with someone who really loves me exactly the way I am?
Someone who sees into my soul and knows the very parts that make me who I am?
Someone who sees the good in me, and accepts the “not so good”.
Maybe the intimacy that kind of person brings is the one holding a mirror to myself, showing me that I’d rather chase someone who is unavailable.
How do I know that something I thought was wrong, is actually right?
How do I know that something I thought was harmful was actually the perfect thing for me?
How does one know that?
Who makes those decisions? My friends? Therapist? Sponsor? My head? My alcoholism?
Where is God in all this?
What and who do I listen to?
What would my soul have me do? What would love do? What would self love do?
Sometimes it’s hard to know which is the voice of fear and which is the voice of love.
Awakening is listening to the God within.
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I know you’re paying attention
Listen here for truth
The voice of being
What does it say?
True freedom like none other
Lies in the following
What you just know
Scary, it certainly is
But on the other side
Are miracles awaiting
The only thing between
You and the best things in life
So do without judgement
Don’t fear being you
What God intended you to be
Let opinions slide off you
And live your truth
Moments in time
Pass in the blink of an eye
Intersecting across time
Rippling across earth
Creating a divine plan
New sacred paths
Actions not taken
New experiences come
Winding through each life
The present becomes past
A faint trail behind us
The voice speaks
To listen or ignore
The trail winds again
Tomorrow is not promised
The sands of the hourglass sift
Never catching yesterday
Would my soul be at peace?