Sometimes I want to connect but realize or feel there to be
a pit to surmount.
A pit of past and present painful perceptions--
perceptions not necessarily objective so
maybe it’s all in my head.
In times like these, I’m grateful though for the conscious
self--
the self that desires to connect.
I’m grateful that that objective self remembers to ask for divine assistance with surrender,
and sets the intent that all unfold in a manner aligned
with the greatest and highest good for all concerned.
And so, in the interim, while the powers that be--the faeries of the Universe--play their part,
both selves—the objective and subjective—sit
in various degrees of comfort/discomfort,
awaiting miracles.