The Truth is “I Don’t Know”

I’ve been told that I am lucky

I’m not sure if that is true

It seems that what I’ve received in life

Has been a result of what I do

Some people call it karma

Some say I’m reaping what I sow

Perhaps they are the exact same thing

But the truth is “I don’t know.”

I mean the Truth is “I don’t know”

I’m saying, not knowing is my thing

I go into the world planting seeds

But it’s up to God what it will bring

I can’t bother with calculations

Since I cannot do God’s math

There are just too many factors

For me to figure out the Path

Of course I make some guesses

What else am I supposed to do?

I can try to make it all make sense

But only God knows what is True

I’m blessed that I get clues

To let me know I’m on the Way

But just because I was before

Doesn’t mean I am today

That’s what my mind starts saying

When it gets real hard to see

But I just took my mind off God

Because there’s really nowhere else to be

Every time that I remember this

Everything will go my way

Because the only will I want is God’s

And it’s for this only that I pray

Then in faith I must surrender

Everything I thought I knew

Then step out with only my trust in God

And see what “She” will do

The Truth is “I don’t know”

It’s with this fact that I must live

Though I may not know what the outcome is

I must stay mindful of what I give

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II

All of These Grains of Sand

All of these grains of sand

And not one of them the same

Each one masterfully crafted

And assigned with their own name

All tuned to a unique frequency

They never repeat a vibe

Each having their own destiny

And a purpose for their lives

On the surface you might not see this

There seems nothing to explore

But if we listen to their stories

We will find they’re so much more

Some grains are from volcanoes

Born of lava from center earth

While other grains come from an ocean

Being coral at their birth

Some have borne the weight of people

Some still remains untouched

Sand castles, beach towels, and buried treasure

Sand has seen so much

It’s gone into making structures

Has been the result of them coming down

So many forms have passed through this world

While sand has been around

Whenever I am near it

I can’t help but be in awe

Within each grain are countless worlds

And power to withdraw

But we’ve not yet learned to grasp this

Most of us can’t receive

Sand being smaller than a mustard seed

Who can expect us to believe?

The grains that come from mountains

Understand what makes them move

For they know they are mountain seeds

And that’s something they can prove

For if you examine each grain close enough

You’ll see all I’ve said and more

Like a hologram each grain contains itself

And everything that came before

The access to resources is unimaginable

There’s truly no such thing as need

Everything wants to give to us

But we repel it with our greed

Even if we gained this world

And gave most of it away

A grain of sand could still give more

Than we ever could display

Its yield is completely infinite

So it never will resist

If we ask, its secrets will come to us

Giving all that it consists

On that day the world will shift

From how it appears to its intention

And we’ll know ourselves as we are known

As we move into ascension

I can almost hear the laughter now

As we accept what is essential

It took us learning from a grain of sand

To deny the power differential

© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II