Is there a question I should ask
That is keeping me from beginning my special task?
Is there something that I should see
That is keeping me from what I should be?
What is setting the limits of my view?
I know it is me, and certainly not you--
Why does my ego tempt me to pride
Am I only trying to hitch a ride?
What do I deny that I should know--
Is it what I should say or where I should go?
Who says I cannot enter this life?
Only myself who insists upon strife--
What within me is staying concealed
That once unmasked would see me healed?
How can I call upon ease and grace
And keep contentment upon my face?
Is fear keeping me from going deeper?
No, only I can be my keeper.
©2008 Mary E. Adair
