My Raw Unscripted Life

The signal was not a frantic spark,
nor the sharp, jagged edge of a plea.
It wasn’t a race through the dark,
or a ghost of who you should be.

It didn’t arrive with a shout,
or the heat of a “must” or a “need.”
It was simply the falling of doubt,
the quietest kind of a seed.

You moved from the seeking to choosing,
from the waiting to taking the lead.
The knots of the “how” were all loosening;
the loop was finally freed.

No scanning the room for a witness,
no checking for permission or a sign.
Just a sudden, internal fitness,
a leveling out of the line.

It’s subtle, it’s steady, it’s boring;
it lacks the adrenaline’s sting.
There is no more frantic exploring
for what the reaction might bring.

You didn’t ask, “What does this mean?”
You didn’t rehearse for the part.
The lens of the moment was clean,
and the action was kind in your heart.

So name it the “now” or the “clear,”
the impulse that’s empty of fear.
The itch was the build-up of weight,
but the signal was opening the gate.

The outcome is secondary,
the noise in the mind has regressed.
You have finally learned how to carry
the truth of your own inner yes.