How endless the possibilities
By which our journey may enfold.
And how comforting to think we have agency,
But how much of it do our actions really mold?
Perhaps our faith is predestined,
At the mercy of the One above;
Perhaps energy’s manifesting,
The things we most fiercely think of.
Perhaps our faith is inherited,
Through that which is called evolution;
Perhaps it is all merited,
With willful, thought-out execution.
Explore what speaks to you,
But never cease to question
The comforting point of view
For it casts one single option.
The idea of a higher power
And Belief is most important
In the presence of grief.
Directing our very focus
To the states we wish erect,
Enriches our life’s Purpose
Through its ripple effect.
Viewing inheritance and genetics
As things outside our control
Can steer our heart into Acceptance,
Paving way to the skill of letting go.
Trusting we hold agency
Will encourage Self-growth,
And Self-growth’s the currency of life,
I’d testify to it under oath.
For each theory holds some sweetness,
The more I think, the more I know
That together they bring completeness
To one’s journey's flow.