I think, therefore I am, but, am I?
I dream of worlds greater than this
Do they dream of me?
I imagine, I see so clearly in my mind
My life filled with love, deep joy,
Heart-felt laughter, soul aching growth
Working but not really because I love it so
I hold these images in my mind and my heart
My soul whispers of possibilities
My logical mind, the nay-sayer, shakes it’s head and offers only
“girl, seriously?”
Yet, looking back over the years I see happenings
That really, truly…I don’t know how they happened
Or why.
I’m only grateful, hugely, heart-stoppingly grateful that they did.
If I hadn’t imagined way back then, if I hadn’t felt what it would feel like
If I’d listened to the nay-sayer, heeded the “you’re not worthy” and
“not…no…never good enough”
Where would I be?
Would I know the magick that I contain?
Would I know the power?
Would I still be able to hold the dreams, nurture them lovingly
And watch them come alive?
I think not.
And so, I politely yet firmly tell the nay-sayer voice to fuck off
And I close that door
I have dreams
I have goals
And I know the power that I hold
