Where do we go
How far do we believe
How much do you follow
The universe sees but we can’t know
The choices without guidance
What signs are correct
Which are hollow?
How many times have I gone
Where the wind’s blown my instincts
Then turned out to be shallow.
I still do believe that we are sent,
But don’t always get the deliverance.
Those impulses from above
That comes from the soul
That drive the compulsions
The heartfelt emotions
Sixth senses and intuitions
We have the vicissitudes
The vagaries
And deviations
Where we are sent,
The fruits of our creations
By the soul’s animations
Energy and vibrations
I follow and pray
To the end and onwards
You have to believe
And fail first to receive
The dynamic
Results of the love
Of the doves from above
