Accept Deciding

Accept Deciding

When I face choices in my life,
I do feel a certain quiet strife.
A mental reservation, a doubt
seems to be what it's all about.

Can I make decisions I trust,
or do I accept because I must?
Too long over choices have I fussed.

There is surety in a conviction,
but soul often lacks the diction
to render certain an active mind.

Intuition is not what I often find.
I find questions, memory, and fact
with which I choose how to react.
But mind has little emotional tact.

Should I consider myself inept,
or does anyone become truly adept?
Or, doubting the issue is here,
is it answerless questions I fear?

The mind distinguishes, and judges,
yet feelings are the sure nudges
that push mind until it budges.

But feelings are relative, as mind.
Subtle aspects of choice they bind,
with a more tender awareness.
The do not make mind less.

Choices are choices, there's no doubt...
to accept deciding is what it's about.

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