Symphony of Soul

It's a good day. The sun was hiding and I could see inside myself better. There is always a question of what is the most important thing to do first, second, or at all. I'm not sure what really matters and I am sure that I think too much. Can I release my long analysis of possibility, of assumed probability, or wonder and doubt and open to the path of my highest potential...just let the wind blow into the sails of my heart and elevate me, move me forward onto the ever winding path in the sea. The changes as steady as the restless currents, criss-crossing, rising and falling. I get the picture early in the morning before the clammer of expectations crowd all around me and threaten to drown out the soft steady voice of my calling. It's a voice only I can hear. It needs to be fed constantly, like a bird feeder in the tree needs to be filled. If I leave it empty, spirit will not visit. If I keep it full, the spirits will gather and perform a never ending symphony with the melody of my soul singing.