A poem about setting intentions for 2024

As I sit, gaze, ponder, and think,
I wonder, am I on the brink? 
Of the edge of success, true love, all I hold dear, 
Or the tip of a breakdown, and all I fear.

 This season is a time to see,
 Everything I hold dear to me,
 Will I advance, or will I retreat? 
What is the goal I intend to meet?

Set intention, write the dream, 
Even if it seems just steam, 
Will it be more, or will it be less? 
It’s all up to me to address. 

Not you, nor anyone to decide,
I choose forward, back, left, or right.
All I know is never to lose sight,
Even if it takes all my might.

“Never surrender your hopes and dreams to the fateful limitations others have placed on their own lives. The vision of your true destiny does not reside within the blinkered outlook of the naysayers and the doom prophets. Judge not by their words, but accept advice based on the evidence of actual results. Do not be surprised should you find a complete absence of anything mystical or miraculous in the manifested reality of those who are so eager to advise you. Friends and family who suffer the lack of abundance, joy, love, fulfillment, and prosperity in their own lives really have no business imposing their self-limiting beliefs on your reality experience.”― Anthon St. Maarte

Poetry written by Lisa Precious/ Copyright Reserved

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