I wandered through the corridors of my mind,
A problem, a puzzle, I longed to unwind.
With fervent whispers, I birthed the question,
Letting it soar, seeking divine intervention,
A desire exuding from the depths of my soul,
A plea for guidance to make me whole.
And lo, the source, it heard my plea,
With tender grace, it answered me,
I felt its presence, a gentle embrace,
As it whispered secrets, revealing the way.
But here's the secret, my dear friend,
To let the solution begin to descend,
Once the question finds its release,
We must allow the answers to find their peace.
For if we cling tightly to the problem's grasp,
The answers elude us, slipping past,
Like a river trying to flow through clenched hands,
The solutions slip away, like grains of sand.
So I let go, with trust and surrender,
Knowing the answers would arrive, so tender,
I shifted my gaze, away from the strife,
And opened my heart to the rhythm of life.
And as I released my desperate hold,
The solution unfolded, a story untold,
As if the universe conspired to align,
With every step, the answer became mine.
So, my fellow seekers, I implore you this day,
To give birth to the question and let it sway,
Allow the source to hear your plea,
And in surrender, the answers you shall see.
For when we release, we create the space,
For the answers to arrive with divine grace,
So let go, my friend, and allow the flow,
And watch as the solutions begin to grow.
A little poem I created thru AI