When I can look into your eyes
brush my fingertips across your cheek
and breathe in your reality
only then will I know
the right thing to do.
Right for you
right for me
and throw off doubts and questions.
Plans are presented in black and white
limited to logistical concerns.
Our unknowns will flounder
beyond the scope of micro management
to be revealed and resolved
at a time and in a manner
subject to the pressures of fate.
I will succumb to the power of the tide
and not fight the errant wind
If that is where my inner muse directs me.
No script to follow – I’ll listen to my heart.
No finger wagging critics – internal or external
to censure
And I’ll know it is right.
The Spirit of the Goddess 