Thursday, August 4, 2011

218 THE CHICKEN CHOOSES TO CROSS THE ROAD

When confusion swirls, overlong, and I sense my focus is in need of fine tuning, I ask myself this question:


What situation is scaring my thought processor to flood with rationalizations?


Rationalizations fool me into believing I'm just fine, when I'm walking on tip toe.


When I walk on tip toe, I fear my chosen path is strewn with raw eggs.  And if I make a wrong move and they break and I slip, I'll find myself with egg on my face.


Confusion suggests
That I can't tell whether it's best
To walk straight ahead or turn left or right


Confusion suggests
That in truth
I'm more terrified of my next move than I know


When confusion persists, today
I stop where I am
And face my mirror


Upon facing my mirror here's what I say:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tis time for my thought processor to tell rationalization from truth


At this point, my mirror asks:
Annie, which fuel is stoking your locomotive?
Fear or courage?


When driven by fear
I must fuel my thought processor with courage
To reconsider my decisions


This is not an easy task because
My ego hates to recognize my mistakes in judgment
And so, I must set my ego to one side


Once my locomotive
Is stoked with courage
My train of thought readies itself to ask for help


Once stoked with courage
My locomotive seeks out someone
Who has won my trust


Someone
Whose traits, values and strengths
I'd like to emulate


Someone
With whom
I feel safe and secure


Once I feel safe
My locomotive re-centers
On a self confident track


As the self confident side
Of my thought processor
Picks up steam


I pull away from Denialand
And find answers to my questions
By tunneling deep within


Each time a fear uncouples
An inner strength
Takes it's place


Upon feeling stoked
With inner strengths
I face the unknown unafraid


And while chugging along
On this self confident track
Coupling up brings more pleasure, less stress


As I was a child
Who came home
To love and security, every day


I eventually mustered the strength
To face up to
Whatever fate threw my way


Though love
Does not conquer all
Love coupled with courage is hard to beat


Once a chicken—stoked with love and courage—
Draws forth a host of inner strengths
Tis time to cross the road where REALITY awaits


When confusion persists, today
I figure it's time
For this chicken to confront subconscious fear head on


Upon leaping away from a towering fear
 I look to see who has a secure hold
On the safety net


And muster the courage
To take my next leap of faith
Into the unknown


If asked to describe
A home where love and courage combine
Here's what I'd say ...

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