It is as if there is a Witness just watching one of me go through change. I think at some level, my intellect is relinquishing control to greater forces at play. Of course, what echoes back is a ghost-like chuckle. One day, a few months ago, I saw the humor in the ego's bargaining tirade, and wrote this poem about change. Though everyone's path is different, I believe none of us moves closer to our true essence without the intention to follow the highest truth.
Intention is critical because it is the tiny seed from which sprout all our thoughts and actions.
Before making a decision or taking action, I contemplate the underlying intention. If the intention, thought, and action feel right, I carry on. It still takes lots of discipline and trust to take action, then let go and observe. Kind of like tossing a pebble into a lake, then watching the ripples. In my life, I have found incredible support for those actions that ring true in my heart, while other initiatives that violate my Being always meet with massive resistance from nature.