The Choice Poem by Akasha Tobias

Choicelessly we must choose
within the scope of what's given
influenced by past actions
and emotions hidden.
Likes and dislikes
will surely have their say!
What does the heart tell?
upon the sunrise of a new day.
To trust that voice
first voice of knowing,
clear and content
with the coming and going.
The purpose of choice,
ultimately to grow.
Fruits will come
from the seeds we sow.
In the sea of Samsara
exist both pleasure and pain,
limited by their making
blind choice of either
calls us back again.
Thru circles and cycles
we swim in the sea
until using free will,
we choose to be free!
Grace of this direction
is there's no going back
Freedom is an already accomplished fact.
Choices lead thru the forest
until this is clear
and one can honestly say
'it's enough, it's perfect right here! '
so whether the choice is to come
or to gracefully go,
The choice of all choices
is choosing to know.