Will of God

As we walk our walk

We talk our talk

Others may not understand

What I am trying to convey

For bringing up a subject

Will only make it clear in my mind

To have another understand my perspective

Is a challenge

But challenges are the panacea

Of our own connection to another

Living, breathing and loving

When that connection is severed

A piece of my heart breaks

When that cord is united

Unification and sharing occur

Bringing forth the will of God

Doreen Santina Cote'

Abundance

When the light seems dull

And the worry creeps up

Know that I am almighty

All powerful

All inspiration

For when I get to this point

Of self awareness

Miracles happen

I find my path

I understand my situation

I am clear and precise

Then and only then

Will my rivers flow into abundance

Doreen Santina Cote'

Sixth Sense

Forever this day

Is the day of awakening

Whether by your own doing

Or that of another

When another, points out a flaw

A flaw within your character

Do you accept it

Or do you slam it back

Great questions

For this is the time, to reflect

Is it true, or is it the blind seeing with their hearing

For their sixth sense is keener, sharper

Yet cruel, how can they believe it was on purpose

Unless, they too are cynical

Doreen Santina Cote'

Destiny

Today is the day
That is like no other day

For today is the day of days

As this day of days

Rolls out

Notice the friction

That is caused by words and deeds

These words and deeds

Are chosen by you

So choose wisely

For this is your destiny

Doreen Santina Cote'

Satisfy

Satisfied

Satisfaction

Satisfy

The art of allowing

Feelings to permeate my being

Removing sludge

Setting off fireworks

Surrounded by daffodils

The magical kingdom of me

Doreen Santina Cote'

Miracles

As I open

I allow many things

To flitter past

Selecting those

That suit me, intrigue me

Knowing I am ready to move on

Yet, I hesitate

Before I decide

For this allows me

The option of choices

And when I choose

I make miracles

Doreen Santina Cote'

Holding on Because It Makes Me Feel Secure

When I hold onto things

The things that seem so important to me

I loose sight of where I am going

For the weight of the things holds me back

When I release an object

I feel lighter and more in touch with myself

Yet I cling to the trinkets and things

I try to release just one

And when I do

I open myself up for clearer understanding

So why am I holding on to all my stuff

Doreen Santina Cote'