In the past, fighting against the desires of my bisexual soul used to drain all my energy. I don’t fight it anymore; I just accept it as a beautiful part of me. Much of the growth has come as a result of getting older. Getting older has its blessings. I no longer chase after fruitless dreams that keep me busy with no real rewards. I choose to see and enjoy the moment and the things of my soul instead of the things of my mind.
My west deck,
Reaching for the blue sky,
Sitting near the top of the laurel hedge,
Surrounded by trees,
A sea of green, delicious green,
That nurtures my soul
With the vibrations of living things.
The sun pours in its autumn warmth
In golden rays of pure light,
As the silence gathers and spreads,
Offering healing to a tired mind.
It is a new age,
The age of not yet old,
But no longer young,
An age where everything fits together,
And I choose to do those things
That offer peace and contentment,
And I choose to give my soul
To a God who does not judge,
But spreads a blanket of love on those who seek,
And I choose to give my heart,
A response to the love energy that surrounds me,
A gift from my higher self to my conscious self,
A gift that keeps on giving and never ends.