How do I hold onto prophetic promises my whole world depends upon?

I let my perceptive heart feel the unlimited love their realness is sealed with.

Why do I tell you amazing things are going to happen, and not just to me?

So that when they do you know it wasn't by chance, but proactive faith.

But am I not afraid that what I think is my destiny might not materialise?

It is far more terrifying to foresee our world's purposeless gloom if it doesn't.

Really, I am not just sitting around waiting for miraculous stuff to take place

With guidance and reassurance I am doing the embryonic groundwork and making things happen

If I had insisted on seeing an outcome before believing in it

I may never have achieved a single good thing that lasts

If I had allowed some of my old and limiting beliefs to remain

I would never have welcomed countless beautiful new beliefs to replace them

If I had allowed inhibitions to hinder my dancing, my life

I would never have found my own funky rhythm

If I had allowed the disharmony on earth to embitter me

I would never have composed and sung A DifferenTune

If I had allowed the frantic fear of failure to lead me

I may never have quit a job I wasn't passionate about

If I had allowed the stupidity of cupidity to greedily feed me

I may never have grown through endurance, perseverance and determination

If I had allowed status, instant success or financial security to be my goal

I would never have earned the silvery richness of my first and second names

If I had allowed the humdrum of routine and regularity to govern my everyday life

I may never have felt the burst of vitality that comes with each new spontaneous moment

If I had allowed others to always tell me what to do

I would never have built up conviction in my own judgment

If I had allowed other people's criticism to drag me down

I would never have been incited to write this poem

If I had allowed other people's underestimation of me to set the boundaries

I would never have crawled, walked, climbed and leapt as far as I have

If I had allowed other people's positive and encouraging words to fall on deaf ears

I would never have been roused to be all I can be and more

If I had allowed social expectations to mould my relationships

I would never have discovered the loyal and loving essence of true friendships

If I had relied on only my own powers, gifts and abilities

I would never have illuminated strengths in others

If I had depended on only my own ideas, impressions and observations

I would never have got the whole animated picture, stayed on the right track

If I had allowed that it was vanity to consider yourself special or significant

I would never have clicked that when you love your true self you also love your Life-sustainer

If I had allowed that true happiness was unimportant or unreachable

I would never have ascertained that it is our Creator's greatest desire that we deservedly receive it

Do you think I don't wisely assess and analyse everything that happens to me?

Do not be afraid for me. Believe in me. Have faith in me. Support me. Love me. Be there.

If I had allowed faithlessness in myself, in others, to chain me down

I would never have travelled to places on my own

If I had allowed the unknown and the unseen to scare me

I would never have gone alone to meet friends I made on the Net or on paper

If I had allowed uncaring coldness to freeze me

I would never have fused with the warmth in my heart

If I had allowed the dregs of the past to dictate my present, my future

I would never have loved so many special people and kept loving them even when they were distant

If I had allowed fear of punishment by a higher power to activate me

I would never have experienced the rewarding beauty of doing things out of love

If I had allowed my shyness to impinge upon my will to express myself

I would never have unearthed the fiery enthusiasm for creativity at my core

If I had allowed doubt in my talents to control me

If I had allowed cowardice to grip me

I may never have allowed anyone to read it

If I had allowed the market to determine what I wrote

I would never have felt the flow of dynamic energy

If I had allowed the aim of my writing to be only entertainment

I may never have been motivated to be inspirational

If I had allowed my unique self to be confined to a box

I would never have spilled my soul into a magical novel

If I had allowed another writer's formula to structure my story

I would never have been taken on a mind-blowing adventure

If I had allowed a set of rules to define the nature of my brainchild

I would never have a tapestry that interweaves all the threads of me

If I had allowed that my book be filled with only unattainable ideals

I would never have sincerely wished for the things I wrote about

If I had allowed that its story be only a fictional elaboration

I would never have wanted to give life and proof to those words

If I had allowed anything in the world to prevent me from writing that book

I may never have comfortably connected with everything I am

If I had allowed potential publishers to peruse it before it was ready

I may never have discerned on my own that there was so much more to it

If I had allowed the content to be driven by what I thought other people wanted to read

I may never have had the chance to discover exactly what it is I need

If I had allowed that a novel couldn't be a wishing-well or even a kind of prayer

I would never have gone back and dropped in a few more wishes when some of them came true

If I had allowed myself to believe I didn't deserve my heart's desires

I would never have taken bold and confident steps towards achieving them

If I had allowed myself access to only the parts of me I was most familiar with

I would never have struck gold with the revelation that divinity lives, breathes and moves within

If I had allowed that signs upon silver signs pointing the way mean nothing

I would never have found that when you're going in the right direction everything has meaning

If I had allowed panic to trap me into thinking my trip was taking too long

I may never have realised that Father Time smiles kindly at patience

If I had allowed obstinate obstacles to obstruct my way

I may never have found alternative routes provided by the ingenious Mother Nature

If I had allowed my sight to stop at the physical

I would never have looked inside me and you and him

If I had allowed my ears to hear only toned down utterances

I would never have listened to the underlying plea

If I had allowed words concocted by a contradictory mind to convince me

I would never have detected the true meaning inside that jaded, blockaded heart

If I had mistrusted my heightened sensitivities, my own enlivened feelings

I would never have been gracefully enlightened as to who I am

If I didn't trust that Good Ole All-knowing God has my best interests at heart

I would never have obediently opened up the real me to you

If I had allowed myself to believe I was a piece of random nothing

I would never have thought I could make a valuable difference in people's lives

If I had allowed myself to become a robot or a puppet

I would never have taken my own initiative over and over again

If I had allowed complacency to steal through my being

I would never have contemplated that I could change the world

If I had allowed arrogance to kick sweet humility to the curb

I would never have admitted that I couldn't do it on my own

If I had allowed the murky lying darkness to swallow me

I would never have seen the pure golden light of truth

If I had succumbed to the nullifying negativity of never

I would never have yearned for the fevered fulfillment of forever

If I had allowed detachment to permanently cocoon me

I would never have broken free to try out my wings

If I had allowed that our Earthly existence is separate from Heaven

I may never have chosen to invite peace, love and joy to be a part of me

If I had allowed that reality and fantasy were not designed to meet

I may never have learnt that for dreams to come true they must

If I had allowed that fully knowing and accepting yourself means you are complete

I would never have acknowledged that it simply highlights your needs, desires and empty places

If I had believed that my greatest heights could be achieved without my soulmate by my side

I would never have let God make me prove that you won't fully appreciate me until he is

If I thought compiling rows of smart-ass statements was enough to convince you

I would not be working so hard towards bringing to fruition the things I so deeply believe in

And when something appears to be an egg-shaped nothing

Imagine your amazement when it hatches into an everlasting everything