When I listen
When I stop to feel
But I spend most moments
Striving against it
Leaning in to it
Stubborn to push my will
Against its
Implacable
Force
The headaches come
A mace to my brain
But I ignore them and
Push on
The tension
Hardens my shoulders
And pinches at my back
But I set my chin
And push until I cannot push more
Only then
When I am out of my own steam
When I have been overcome
And think it is all over
Do I lie in the sand
Defeated
Quiet enough to listen
To the tiniest of voices
Still enough to feel
The softest of breezes
Only then do I realize
I was resisting the flow
Of the world
Of my life
Of the divine
And missing the path
Of my own destiny.
