Quietly I Sit

Quietly I sit gazing through a window, not actually looking but peering into what seems another place seen but yet unseen.  I search for some resolve, some truth, some solace to the feelings of helplessness that I have.  I can’t control what I can’t see neither can I control what I can see.  I can though look onward to new things, future things, places, people, spaces.  I don’t see an end only a beginning to the things that make no sense in my natural mind. My spiritual mind already has it figured out, now if I can only catch up to the inner me.  I have to sit quietly to align my two selves to becoming one whole. I have to sit quietly to allow my spirit to commune with His Spirit. I have to sit quietly to move onward.  I have to quietly sit and still the thoughts that echo inside and cause me to doubt what I was put on this earth to do.  I have to quietly sit and rehearse what my spirit is saying to affirm every dream into reality. I have to quietly sit, then consciously act.