I don't bash myself out of habit. I am not the self-depricating type. I do find it necessary, however, to reflect upon Who I am and Where I've Been. Not always, mind you. From time to time. When the Moon is on the rise.
Most often, I stumble upon traits that are unbefitting of my soul, yet terribly suiting to my temperament.
After a recent late-night stroll, I tread upon and was smacked in the face by the rake that is my overt impatience. From some distant corner of consciousness, a protest arose, stating its case: "Impatience is your guide". A part of me believes. Another turns its back, arms folded. And some other piece knows not what to think.
The Father, The Son, and The Hollow Spirit. Am I completed by being "what I am"? Or must I be like the river, and go on ambling, until I am all smooth stones and ebb and flow?
The highways, the byways--all ways are my way. I need only keep my senses sharp, supple...I will amble. I will stroll. I will take the beaten path, the one less traveled, and the road to perdition.
Awareness, be my shepherd. Guide me to my Kingdom of Heaven.
If the vice grip of impatience will not let me be, I shall spit and kick, I shall pry away--I shall set my self free.
I don't bash myself out of habit. I also don't make it a habit to ignore the beck and call of Pre-destiny.
©2009 RA
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