What is my Reality?

My past is not my reality

For who does it serve?

History only trying to repeat

itself over and over again

like a colorless movie

and a plot with no ending.

So I must let go and let God take

care of any unresolved pain that remains

I can feel the fuzzy gray vapors of grief radiating

away from my heart already.

My future is not my reality

for change is inevitable

'What if'

'Only when'

the never ending list

of energy clouded with worry.

I sigh in relief as the realization strikes me that

there is risk

and then more risk
and then more risk

requiring me to give it to the Guru to handle the rest.

For these enormous and simultaneous insignificant happenings

of life are far beyond my comprehension.

I feel a weight lifted from my shoulders as I embrace

the courageous path of the unknown.

I am divinely supported, protected, nourished, and renewed.

All my scheming can be laid to rest.

The soft whisper of silence and Truth as my guide.

My present is not my reality.

For what is the definition of such a word?

The present is just a series of moments

now...

now...

and now...

constantly changing, fluctuating, and transforming

into something I will only know when I get there

if that ever could make sense.

For now I choose to

fearlessly trust when I am fearful,

be more silent so I can listen without an agenda,

and welcome the delicate process of the unknown being revealed.