There are three paths ahead of us
Not one of them right, not one of them wrong
Each leading us to the same destination
Whether arriving swiftly or prolonged.
The first leads to an ocean of deepest emotion
Where we swim to rhythm of our heart’s symphony
Eyes closed as we are guided by our intuition
No other compass than pure synchronicity.
The second is ruled by a direct course of thought
Mapped out with deliberate, painstaking detail
Down a highway leading to a predictable location
Where the practical cogs in life’s wheel prevail.
The last is a walk down an oddly familiar road
Where both the pull of our feelings and thoughts collide
Neither impulsively-driven or fearfully delayed
Striking an even balance between heart and mind.
Dear soul, can you trust that we will eventually arrive
Where we know we are needed, where we know we can thrive?
Can you believe in the part of you that already knows
What path will provide the greatest peace to your soul?
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