Christian Schaal
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Desire - The Path to Destiny?
Destiny by definition is not something we choose, it is something we are only able to accept – or not. Not embracing your destiny, though, will doggedly overflow your life with chaos, causing your mind, spirit, and emotions to run on tracks of feverish direction. This is a ride you will abhor, causing those around you to feel your confusedness and lack of direction.
Destiny is what you know, not think. It is what you, within the caverns of your soul, cognize your are to be. The course of destination is at times difficult to acknowledge. The confusion created by society, family, friends, faith, etc., will more often than not, scatter deep mental roadblocks solidly on your path to embracing your destiny.
EQUATION OF DESTINY (PURPOSE)
YOUR INNER MOST KNOWING + ACTING ON THE KNOWING
To grow free as the grass in the open field,
Bent by the gentle breeze moving through the valley,
Fed with the dew given by God’s own hand;
Here is where I long to be
Fashioned by the moving waters of crystal streams,
Tumbled and softened with their cutting currents,
Pushed along by refreshing coolness;
Here is where I long to be
Stroking the sky as the pines crown branches,
Holding firm the fowl seeking their shelter,
Dropping my seed into fertile ground;
Here is where I long to be
Life is a shelter, a turn through time,
Given just once and never repeated
Cherish and grow – find rest in the gift
Leave behind a blessing forever to shine.
My Loss
Shards of broken dreams
move through me,
pushed by the winds of loss.
A mosaic of hope,
a kaleidoscope of fallen desire.
The destructive flame of my own deeds
swallowing what may have been.
For my lifetime I have sought the garments of tattered and tethered sorts of others placed on me by my own invitation. My measure of who I am or should be has been the yardstick of those who I feared or felt I needed approval from.
We are to live as the river, who carves its way through the crusted earth in paths of its own choosing; creating beauty of its own. Sometimes running with torrid and rapid movements, and sometimes resting in a pool of pristine wonder and rest; taking time to slow its movement and deepen.
Sitting At the Pool
You rest across the glassy pool
My tired eyes viewing you
Wonder fills my sauntered thought
Why are we here?
Why are we together?
Purpose felt, but yet unclear
You move slightly
Your position now changed
Comfort you surely seek
The day near done
The setting sun
Both, this moment fill
For me, a grave I'm in
Buried by the weight of past
Remove myself, I must do
Knowing you will wait
Then together we will move
Towards a better place