The Unsupervised Stop Sign

Alone with our thoughts, with no witness in sight, soft whispers of our conscience wave a red flag, contracting consciousness that we feel contrite. Soul’s truth impulse continues to prick and nag, asking us to discern between wrong and right, warning waywardness comes with a high price tag. We have been granted free will and so can choose, deeds that shape our soul and flavour of heart’s muse. God’s vibration is love, that employs no force and though for most part, leaves us unsupervised, manifests clearly as sharp pang of remorse, whenever we find out we were ill-advised, in following cravings of lower mind coarse, thus falling from grace, soul growth compromised. Subtle is love’s scent, to steer our soul’s ascent, requiring but of us, to grant it consent.