Archive | December 2020

Let Go!

Deep spiritual cleansing is done at year’s end.
The completion of one cycle welcomes the new
With profound expectation that life may improve.
What on God’s green earth does it take for me to move
Past all past reawakening and get through to
That which is of most essence devoid of pretend?

In the past year I’ve learned how to write fairly well.
My opinion is fantasy to the degree
That I rate recognition. Others do much less
And gain love and respect. If contempt I express
Then the karma created cannot let me see
The next year without clinging to the past year’s hell.

Learning how to let go of the life I create
Is a process encumbered by urge to sort out
What I need to get rid of that’s holding me back
From a possible future of feeling less lack.
Memories reoccurring bedevil all doubt
That my humble existence is governed by fate.

Nothing has any meaning, and life makes no sense
Unless others come part way. But if not at all,
Then it’s all up to me to survive and to thrive
In apparent aloneness yet fully alive.
May the gift that I offer some day not be small
Yet my growth in this new year be strong and immense.

A Commanding Presence

Dec30

The exotic adventure conceived of the soul
That takes form in the gruffness that makes up the mask
He must wear for survival is what he lives for.
Abrasive yet distinctive, resourceful, and more,
It’s his dream he is after. The ultimate task
Is to find hidden treasure that he can control.

But what may be of value, to some, may be waste.
In the hands of each holder no two are the same.
“Cherished dreams are attainable if I am strong!”
…Leads to frequent hardheadedness, yet doing wrong
Is not part of his nature. At times he is tame
And can show warm emotion, often humor laced.

When the path needs a change due to straying off course,
What it takes is someone who can get to the heart
Of the beast and the matter. Once this has been done,
Positive transformation has truly begun.
Sacrifices and choices remain a big part
Of the life path selected and that we endorse.

Protected in the comfort of cunning and greed,
With the stereotypical image self-made
Of a powerful presence, he honors his charm.
To the ones that he cares for he cannot do harm.
Capable as a leader in any crusade,
He’s a figure of passion and will to proceed.

Changing Conditioned Behavior

Dec30

Momentum and inertia are always at play.
Streams of energy sluggish flow with those of speed
Deep within and throughout me. Why can’t I let go
Of behaviors unwanted so that I can grow?
Gravity of life cripples my will to succeed.
Is an answer forthcoming? Please show me the way.

My own habits deep seated over many years
Coalesce into patterns that build the ego.
So to change them quickly is not easy to do.
I need proper guidance so that I may get through
The resistance I’ve crafted. What I need to know
Doesn’t move me sufficiently due to my fears.

The content caterpillar resistant to change
Wants to stay firmly earthbound, but nature rebels.
The destruction of old ways must be absolute
So the tree of becoming can bear fresher fruit.
When a true crisis happens, it truly compels
Abrupt emergent action. Why isn’t this strange?

The ego fears its own death and wants to hang on.
Knowing not that it cannot completely dissolve,
It may generate panic and drama to stay
In a bad situation deluged in dismay.
Not by force but by wisdom I then shall evolve
Though antics of the ego will never be gone.

An Uncommon Companion

Dec29

From two worlds come together true adversaries.
Consciousness of each other is through the force field
Of transparent protection from the playful one
Who cannot stop from wanting to see her undone.
Through inane interactions, the lesson revealed
Is that change can occur but not always with ease.

Glamorous and expressive she is in her place.
Among loved ones, she loves playing the central role.
Responsive and most caring in your time of need
She’ll provide proper nurturing so you’ll succeed.
She knows best how to make any creature feel whole.
Through her essence aquatic, she knows not but grace.

Not aware of the danger that may be at hand
Due to uncontrolled urges emergent outside
Of her own psychic bubble, she teaches kindness
And a new source of presence that all can access.
In the end such a vision is never denied
Whether living in water or on the dry land.

What she knows is affection for all living kind.
Making friends is a blissful existence indeed.
During turbulent times every creature will care
For the welfare of others who are in despair.
Yet confined to the water, her spirit is freed
By the true source of wisdom with which she’s aligned.

The Importance Of Forgiveness

Dec29

Looking over the ages of our history,
The degrees of unconsciousness clearly are seen.
I reflect the asleep state. It takes over me.
If I lose it completely those I know will see
But an arrogant ego who’s troubled and mean.
Energy patterns similar are by decree.

Karmic Law is unbreakable as it is made
Through deeds done while sleep acting or in awareness
Of the essence of Being. How can I complain
Of the actions of others I know are insane
When my own ill behavior, I humbly confess,
Is too much in alignment with my own crusade?

In the act of forgiving, compassion is shown.
Recognition of ignorance is the release
Of the need to seek justice. What takes care of that
Is their own karmic drama engrossed in combat
With themselves and their enemies. I will know peace
In unfettered observance while poised to atone.

“Please forgive them for they know not what harm they do…”
Is the message eternal to all humankind.
Suffering is an option that I need not take.
I ensure that by becoming fully awake
To the ill state we’re all in because of the mind
Recreating fresh turmoil from out of the blue.

Being Triggered

Dec28

My anger is explosive. It sneaks up on me
Like a flimsy hair trigger. I can get upset
In one tenth of a moment. It happens so fast
That reactive behavior comes on with a blast
Meant to show I can be a formidable threat
To those who dare oppose me to any degree.

At issue is the pain body. It’s a dense field
Of life energy where pain and anger are stored.
If I’m not aware that the pain body exists,
Then I am yet unconscious, and chaos persists.
After my ill performance I see no reward
But emotional baggage foolishly revealed.

Full identification with the pain body
Means that I and my ego and it are the same
Which is false, but while unconscious, thinking it’s true,
I’m a slave to its drama. Then what can I do
But to fly off the handle? The aim to be tame
Is one taken in wisdom. It’s better for me.

That I have a pain body I must be aware
But in absolute presence and knowing full well
That I’m separate from it. It then dissipates.
I don’t want to be someone who constantly hates.
Through the practice of presence in peace I may dwell.
Contentment in the moment is what I find there.

Inviting Presence And Building Good Karma

Dec27

The word ‘Karma’ means common sense to those who know
That we can live in harmony. It’s still a dream
From the fossilized hippie days when love and peace
Were appropriate discourse. The need to release
Ancient patterns that fill the mind to the extreme
With executive drama most clearly we show.

I find waiting a challenge. I can get upset
Due to ingrained impatience, origin unknown,
Yet somewhere in my past. There’s but one thing to do –
Concentrate on my breathing and take in the view.
Otherwise my discomfort will become full blown.
Reacting only causes me harm and regret.

That which had been annoying is a lucky break
From the baggage of karma I’ve carried for years.
All that I care to notice, as presence I find,
Is a blissful observance detached from the mind.
As my power of presence grows, gone are my fears
Of certain situations. I’ll just be awake!

People become reactive to worldwide events.
In so doing, more karma then accumulates
And continues the cycles of drama and fear.
Is the practice of presence something to hold dear?
Can one world be receptive to changing our fates
By erasing bad karma? I think it makes sense.

Growing In Presence Together

Dec26

With spiritual guidance comes many a test
To the union of presence in full awareness
Of the bond made between them and others they know.
Interaction among them can help all to grow
In the light of alignment. The love they express
Is a viral infection at nature’s behest.

We emit certain energies, not of the mind,
But of how we are feeling and what we may need.
This strong field is an aura that others perceive
At the gut and heart levels. It cannot deceive
The intuitive process performed at light speed.
It’s a feature included with all humankind.

Questions simple and complex both have one answer.
Disidentification with the ego’s thoughts
That confuse the reception of wholesome advice
From one’s own inner being can be only nice.
Awareness is the presence that keeps giving lots.
That it spread through humanity I would prefer.

We are each other’s teachers for worse or better.
Destructive is the energy people release
Who have not been awakened. Unconscious is life
Through the mind’s ill abstractions that generate strife
For the innocent spirit. It does deserve peace
So that healing and growth continues to occur.

The Compassionate Warrior

Dec25

Women are most compelling and independent.
Not in need of a male anchor with a short chain,
They’ve evolved into citizens and wise leaders.
A man’s compassion cannot be greater than hers.
Recognizing her presence, true balance we’ll gain
And the good grace of what our values represent.

Somewhat like Esmeralda, outspoken and strong,
Hate and discrimination women don’t accept
Against themselves nor others. Their magical gifts
Create law from a place where the spirit uplifts
The best human resource. For too long it’s been kept
A grotesque machine structure where most don’t belong.

Bravery, sense of humor, and empathy for
Those she has taken charge of are traits to behold
In one physical presence elected to be
Ballistic of intelligence effectively.
It is right that the statue retain the blindfold
But the woman of justice is meant to see more.

If two dicks by the hand is worth one anywhere
There may be a bush burning way out of control,
Then strong cunt stands for country and proper respect
For the laws of our nation. The need to protect
What we almost lost grip of is now in our soul.
True women are the part of us who teach us care.

The Gift Of Presence

Dec25

From a night not quite silent into the new day
Still a part of this earth realm, the gift I must share
With myself and with others is my being here.
Unlike where we all came from, this schoolhouse of fear
Offers difficult lessons, often of despair
Yet by free will all have something merry to say.

We need one day to say it. Perhaps many more
Scattered throughout the whole year might keep hate at bay.
Knowing that’s wishful thinking, better the ideal
Than the negative nature that can make me feel
Ill at ease as I live, I’m encouraged to pray
That I first know who I am right down to the core.

Many packages, some tied with fancy red bows,
And some rather plain looking, are inside of me.
I know not where they came from, so it’s a surprise
That I’m able to find them despite their disguise
As past failures and troubles. Today I can see
That my presence is one thing the universe knows.

Knowing that there is presence in all that exists
Here on earth and in heaven does make it worthwhile.
I can learn to be kinder from that peaceful place.
Most the world for one day is receptive to grace,
A new vision of hope, and a reason to smile.
It is only the ego that strongly resists.

Remembering Spaciousness

Dec24

Am I spacious? Or have I not much room to grow
To my fullest potential while earth is my home?
It’s a question I must ask. It’s like a check-in
With the spirit within, wherein I can begin
Creating a new landscape where it’s free to roam.
I am sure that the answer can never be no.

Spaciousness is the essence of my awareness.
The mind is a container for all that I know
Through the processes of reason and memory.
Out of reach is the view that the third eye can see.
It can help with the sorting out and letting go
Of my obsessive thoughts which cause me undue stress.

Before asking the question, did something occur
That may have been upsetting to some part of me?
If it’s so, then a little space opens where I
Can distribute the discomfort yet not deny
Expressing to the one diplomatically
How I feel, and importantly, what I prefer.

No matter how important my worldly things are
To my health and survival, the time that I spend
Becoming more spacious in my daily affairs
Is my number one duty. The best of me cares
That my progress continues and that I transcend
Situations I foolishly make too bizarre.

Only The Best

Dec23

I like things nice and fancy. I’ll do what it takes
To ensure that I’m noticed by most everyone.
Charm and sophistication are tools that I use
To gain access to others of high-minded views.
Independent and lively, I get a lot done
As my elegant artistic passion awakes.

Yet I’m also quite sensible. If you’re in need
Of advice for advancement in society,
I can help you immensely in finding your way
To success and contentment as soon as today.
Confidence I’m acquainted with, as you can see.
Simply put, I’m a study in thought, word, and deed.

Some folks can’t be kept waiting. I’m no different.
Feistiness and a lesson may be the result.
Time is always of essence to those of good taste.
Every moment is precious. There are none to waste
At the pleasure of others. It is an insult
To my spirit and free will to change the event.

Knowing my strengths and weaknesses helps me to be
A more conscious creation designed to create
More abundance of niceness wherever I go.
Since there is good within me, I want it to show
Through behavior that indicates my life is great
With the ones that I know and love wholeheartedly.

Subconscious Sabotage

Dec23

When I try to maintain presence throughout the day,
My subconscious need for superiority
Sabotages my progress. As an example,
People anxious around me when I am peaceful
I resent with a passion. Yet if they were me,
I’d expect warmth and kindness. Why am I this way?

Is this normal among people? Am I unique?
Or is my nagging issue not of importance
To the general public? Were I not aware
That I’m asking these questions, then would it be fair
To say that I’m unconscious in living by chance
That the mind will provide me the answers I seek?

I’m aware of awareness of being aware
Of my mental creations, then cunningly so,
Mind reenters and hijacks the presence I’d gained
And creates a new story wherein I’m restrained
In its falsified structure. It’s good that I know
How the mind plays its tricks and tries to keep me there.

To not know that I know not that I am asleep
Is to live in confusion and utter chaos
Within stories created from subconscious fears.
Many problems are caused by what’s between my ears.
If I simply observe it all, there’ll be no loss.
To remain not awakened, the price isn’t cheap.

Simple Pleasures

Dec22

Those who honor The Pooh perhaps have less to do
With their time than the average person these days.
Life becomes convoluted in every detail.
We must face daily duties and onward prevail.
Is the creature imagined worth all of this praise
For fat happy stupidity in point of view?

Sensual in demeanor, the earth is his home.
All he does is hunt ‘hunny’ (He’s not been to school).
Days are filled with much comfort and some adventure.
He may rub folks the wrong way, but his heart is pure
As the gold that he cherishes. Somewhat the fool,
He relies on the bliss of his carefree syndrome.

Satisfying his cravings is what he does best.
Having no inclination toward being too rushed,
He gets what he is after, though usually,
He ends up in some trouble that he cannot see
Ever coming his dumb way. Rarely is he crushed
By resulting resentment that may be expressed.

Yet he’s thoughtful and loyal to creatures he knows.
Being uncomplicated, warmhearted, and true
To the one he’s at one with earns him special grace
In the mindsets of many who gladly embrace
Anything that reminds them there’s nothing to do
But to go for the gusto after a nice doze.

Breaking Free From Anxiety And Fear

Dec22

This world is full of sorrow, and mine is surreal.
There’s no one to support me in my time of need
Of a proper solution to my tangled mess.
Had I someone to talk to I’d freely confess
That I am rather hopeless. My case I would plead,
But I am so ashamed of the way that I feel.

Meditation eludes me. My life’s twists and turns
Make me fearful and anxious. My letting it be
Seems to make it grow bigger. Darkness has a grip
On my soul, of which I claim complete ownership.
If I don’t find an answer that satisfies me,
Then I may be an object the devil discerns.

Attention must be focused, when problems arise,
On the fact of their presence, then detach from it.
Examine carefully all the negative talk
That the pain body thrives on. Indeed, it will balk
At the notion of presence and will throw a fit
In defense of disaster with which it allies.

Fear is of a low frequency. It puts the nerves
In the rhythm of panic. While identified
With the thoughts that create it, I am not aware
That I’m safe in the moment and that I must care
That awareness and presence cannot be denied.
It’s a gift that every living creature deserves.

Well immersed in the problem, must I feel the pain
That the body responds to imagined or real?
Fight or flight is the trigger created by thought.
An awakening comes when this moment is caught.
What is real and the story can both make me feel
Much the same, so from drama I’m best to abstain.

Defiance

Dec21

You could say it’s a flesh wound, and I’d play along,
But I think that a band aid will do you no good.
Your world is devastated, and mine is restored
To some semblance of normalcy. I can look toward
A much brighter reality. No knock on wood
Is required with its stating. I cannot be wrong.

Your head, now on a platter that’s not made of gold,
Spins a rat’s nest of trickery. Can it undo
What has now become history? Loss you can’t take.
We The People have told you that we need a break
On a permanent basis from the likes of you.
News forthcoming shall reveal how much you’re controlled.

You are such a fine catch as a Russian asset,
But the era of being Putin’s foolish tool
Is approaching its ending. Your head is a gift
To the newness of order. The energy shift
To a warmer vibration is wholesomely cool.
We’ve been fucked up our dumb ass, and we won’t forget!

In that act there’s been bloodshed and stark disregard
For what makes us a nation. It went on too long.
The dull aching will die down, and that which must heal
Is our true sense of worth and the way that we feel
Having endured a raping by the lord of wrong.
Consequences you’ll suffer for keeping him hard.

Burned Out And Depressed

Dec20

I can’t practice my presence because I’m burned out.
Around people I often find I get depressed.
I’m having difficulty and notice no change
Toward a better direction. Why am I so strange
That I can’t take direction nor can I digest
Simple teachings of spirit? I suffer in doubt.

The declarative statements that come from the mind
In an unending torrent are only concepts
That create a false story which I then believe.
If I identify with it I won’t achieve
The presence that eludes me. My frequent missteps
Indicate there is progress. My journey is kind.

Statements made can be tested by getting among
Other people, then practicing being aware
Of the body’s sensations and what it perceives
And each breath of fresh air that the body receives.
This is just the beginning of personal care
That will keep myself healthy and forever young.

Starting with the reality now in my face
That requires my attention, I must come awake
To the fact that I’m consciousness separate from
What appear to be problems I must overcome.
Can I look at the story and know that it’s fake
And become more enlightened in natural grace?

Seeing Beauty In Everything

Dec19

Beauty is of the feminine. People are both
In one physical package, yet one becomes more
Than the other. Unbalanced is nature’s odd ways
As perceived through the mind’s eye which can offer praise
For the dominant handedness of us. Therefore,
Everyone has some feminine to enhance growth.

Masculine is of beauty that it may behold
With emotional pleasure. It seeks to impress
Its intent and desire for the object wanted
To the thing and all noticing. Unconscious dread
Of failure in the process causes no distress.
Beauty is the encounter that’s meant to unfold.

We start out with the sense perceived life. As children,
Everything is of beauty. Our reality,
Without words to assign things, is pure awareness.
We are so filled with wonder the need to express
Is suspense made eternal. The world that we see
Is of utter connectedness time and again.

Focusing on the small things we do every day
Can lead us to the presence that makes life a dream.
The big things are just fine, too, if they fit in well
With our homemade reality wherein we dwell.
Addiction to technology is an extreme
Among many unhealthy. All lead us astray.

There are rose colored glasses that alter the mind
And can act as strong doorways through which one may peek
Deeper into awareness of utter presence.
Capable we are of creating such events
By the nature of consciousness. That which we seek
Is alignment with nature and all humankind.

Overcoming Suffering

Dec18

Constant shots of I Love You direct to the head
Where the heart is an image that needs special care
In resolving the problems the mind recreates
Is one kind of addiction among human fates.
Suffering is the byproduct all creatures bear
From birth into existence until they are dead.

A huge bit of my suffering is of the mind,
As it is with most people. Alone it can make
A big deal of a small thing, then all will go wrong.
If my positive thinking were stunningly strong,
It may cause enough shifting that I may awake
To the knowing that obstacles are rather kind.

Other problems of living I cannot control,
As they come from the outside, or seemingly so.
People dying and illness are common to all.
We encounter the big things as well as the small.
It is necessary for all creatures to grow
Through the difficult challenges to make them whole.

Thinking can’t offer freedom from having to face
Obstacles on my cherished path, Do I create
Every damned thing that happens? It’s irrelevant!
I can accept that I create just the moment
With detachment from judgment in absence of weight.
Optional is most suffering that I embrace.

Controlling Reactive Behavior

Dec17

From the state of New Kansas where now I reside,
Having not moved while sleeping to some other land,
I cry out to the sane ones who we’ve left behind
Back on earth with the freedom to not be aligned
With the plan of sedition. Must I understand
That my worst dreaded nightmare is courted with pride?

I’m already reactive… explosive at times
In a world that is normal, and I do my best
To remember to honor the sickness and learn
To predict the ill onset of heated concern
From a space of awareness and thus put to rest
Any kind of intention resulting in crimes.

What a lawful prescription for seizing control
Of reactive behavior! Like losing one’s bowels
At the push of a button some have access to,
I cannot let the circumstance render me blue.
The behavior red-neck-like of white men with scowls
Complements the tri-color scheme burnt in my soul.

Not quite like the Jim Jones effect, this one with ease
Has achieved mass hypnosis. But folks come half way
And some quite a bit further to highlight their hate.
Pre-convinced, they are moved to an ecstatic state
By the arrogant loser who must save their day
And be forever tied to their leader’s feces.

I must remember one thing. That is to be cool
Amid seeming collapse of my world as I know.
Justified is my panic and utter heartache.
Commonality is like the bite of a snake
To its own tail. Not knowing the cause of its woe,
It must then play the role of the flamboyant fool.

The Roots Of Anger

Dec16

There’s a root to my anger. When it cripples me,
I’ve but one of two choices. The wrong one results
In destructive behavior and harm to my health.
Like three ships into sunset accustomed to stealth
On the stillness of sea, the intention insults
Who I am at my best. Disturbed I mustn’t be.

Once I know where those roots are, I can overcome
How they feed through their festering into my peace.
Until then, I’m a loose cannon and a time bomb
Who may do harm to self or others without qualm.
So to heal and get past things, it’s best to release
Energy that is toxic and makes the heart numb.

The process of the healing begins with reaching
From oppressed to oppressor to let it be known
That the bad perpetrated has done the one harm,
And that one does one’s best with intent to disarm.
Asking help from the other will help both atone.
In the final analysis, it’s no big thing.

But it isn’t that way always. Deep rooted hate
Along gender and racial lines practiced worldwide
Passed down through generations is most powerful
And complex as the dickens, therefore it is bull.
Suffering is not mindful and can’t be a guide
In transforming my anger by what I create.

A Cut Through The Chase

Dec15

Is the chasing of wild geese more right than the tame?
What the mind will run after without a real goal
Is its own misperceptions that grow out of fear
That the ways of seclusion may soon disappear.
With no sense of direction they need the control
Of an arrogant leader who knows not of shame.

It is through repetition the con game is played.
In most rapid succession the lies that are spewed
Are the same, yet each has an ill-fated effect
On those ones of us programmed to withhold respect
For select populations. The urge to exclude
In the hearts of so many makes children afraid.

Citizens not susceptible happen to be
In a group with one label. In monochrome view,
Some enact their nostalgia for the good old days.
The intense subtle training through pre-adult phase
Melds the mind’s microprocessor for what to do
When they’re called to hate duty spontaneously.

Is the way to cut through this simply to take part
In what I am a part of by natural right?
Does it mean feeling troubled and losing much sleep
Keeping up with the counting of sycophant sheep
Planning ways to do harm to me, and there’s no fight?
What I can do is write more, as it calms my heart.

Notice The Little Things

Dec14

When at one with The Moment, the little things are
Full of infinite wonder and simple delight.
Having blissful awareness, like that of a child,
Is the cure for adult life where I’m reconciled
With who I truly am versus who I’m not quite.
The Conditional Mind is a fake self bizarre.

To who I am, I believe there is so much more
Than the self-talking person who, through mental means,
Has come into existence for fake dialog
With my sense of awareness. The ego thick fog
Can be burnt away quickly through simple routines
That will help one to do so. Youth they can restore.

If I am immersed in the self-talk in my head,
Then I can’t feel the subtle things, like a cool breeze
On the cheek on a warm day, or spring in the air.
In the mind there’s no life because no one is there.
To honor and appreciate all that one sees
From a space of awareness is better instead.

A shifting in consciousness can happen right now.
Any time that is Present is eternity.
Separate is the self-talk from pure awareness,
Which, through practice, becomes easier to access.
“Step Away From the Chatter!” Who says that to me
But a voice more alternative if I allow?

Final Duties

Dec13

Ain’t it just like a nigger to act the damned fool
When there’s nothing to do but to bow gracefully.
But his kind are deficient and rather uncouth.
They are mentally lazy and lacking in truth.
It is right that this dark one be hanged from a tree
For his acts of treason and tyrannical rule.

The next beast shall rise surely within a few years.
This one has made a breeding ground like a ghetto,
Or a trailer park haven hog tied to the past,
Where direct insurrection does but flabbergast
The dumbstruck with amazement by such a lame show.
Now the door is swung open, but who on earth cheers?

Those would be those off color who glorify hate
And are driven by greed and their lust for power.
If and when they lose bigly, they are driven mad.
The resorting to destructive acts is quite sad.
To behold the beast whimper is what I’d prefer.
It facilitates healing that most yet await.

There’s no proper transition forthcoming this time.
The toddler now in office will not say goodbye.
So instead, there’s destruction and acts done in spite.
And four tenths of the country will swear that he’s right.
This old, fat, ugly loser gives it one last try
Perhaps not even knowing that it’s all a crime.

Serenades Of Sedition

Dec12

The Wild Western Empire has expanded beyond
What contiguous statehood cannot comprehend
As a song of seduction. Sedition is clear
In the eyes of sore losers who madly adhere
To the awfully bad actor who they must defend
While not caring the least bit that they have been conned.

As it was, and is now, and forever shall be
Blown along with the sagebrush and acid hot dust
Is the thickness of hatred in bitter belief
That if I’m not of their kind then I am a thief.
All that I have accomplished must fuel their disgust.
In the blindness, an enemy is made of me.

The song keeps getting louder and won’t go away.
The replay of post trauma I did not expect
To recur in my lifetime. Am I again wrong
For believing that blacks and whites can get along?
The drum beat is deep rooted and has the effect
Of a discordant weapon that savages play.

Warriors are not made or born. They just exist
As strategic abstractions that must take on form
When the duty to slaughter the other is called.
The grand party of outlaws, though they be outlawed,
Leave no peace for the restless amid the dust storm.
What I get from it is how to write with a fist.

Evolving Through Difficulty

Dec11

How to strengthen the body is commonly known.
It is only through exercise that it can grow.
We give it difficulty, and it will endure
Our determined intention. The work will insure
That the life force within us continues to flow,
Which it won’t when we’re too stuck in our comfort zone.

Discipline trains the body. The pain that it takes
It does so with the knowledge contained in each cell
That a change is expected that will benefit
The whole person immensely. So it will permit
Treatment helpfully difficult and perform well.
Energy is created. The spirit awakes.

If my life is too easy, I may not evolve
Into one who is conscious of turbulent seas
That were once calm and peaceful not too long ago
And that will return to that state. If I can know
That a consciousness strengthened allows me the ease
To address any crisis, then I know resolve.

Along with difficulties contingent to life
As a physical human, we conjure our own
Consciously and unconsciously by how we feel,
And our thoughts and behaviors. No life is ideal
But this one that is mine for a while has been shown
A life-saving technique for the handling of strife.

The Importance Of Being Alone

Dec10

I am so at my best when I’m swimming alone
Counter to the direction that others may go.
It’s because I get crazy with my kind around.
There’s too much information that small fish expound.
So it’s much better for me to go with the flow
Of the guidance of Spirit who is ever known.

Sacredness is in Silence. Speaking to no one
For a while or much longer for whiles in-between
The peripheral nonsense that time beacons to,
For the soul, is refreshing. What else would I do
But to honor the inner self where life is seen
As one evolving moment constantly begun?

Those who cherish alone time may be healthier.
Better organized they are emotionally.
People seek, out of boredom from drama self-made,
Interaction with others. The chance escapade
They may find not fulfilling. My choice is to be
Intimate with my true self who does but occur.

I’m aware that I’m mortal. Time moves at a pace
Universal to all creatures, yet good times seem
To be short in duration. Those of misery
Linger on for what feels like an eternity.
Every moment I have can be lived like a dream
Where the things of importance are all I embrace.

The Better Leader?

Dec9

There’s a need for mnemonics in binary states
Where the currents recycling between the two parts
Change electoral motion force by the decree
Of the law made in earnest. No physics degree
Is required for the knowing that warms bitter hearts.
We but need to remember that we own our fates.

Components are opponents according to law.
Inductive and capacitive, each plays the role
Of exchanger of resources and energy,
Yet their styles differ greatly as common folk see.
Current is as to voltage as heart is to soul.
Deeds of those lost in office are due to come raw.

Current stands for our input. Voltage is pressure
That we put on our leaders to do what is right
By the rule of democracy, as it should be.
The big difference between AC and DC
Is the faith in connection that must improve sight,
And to be re-reminded is but to endure.

Enter ELI, the ICE man, a figment faithful
From the pit of absurdity to the rescue
Of a species uncommon. When our wants and needs
Lead the push to fulfillment, the nation succeeds
As an integral circuit. It’s long overdue.
From eyes blinded, it’s now time to cast away wool.

Awareness In Any Moment

Dec8

Special moments come often when I am aware
That they are most significant. Meditation
Can be done while in motion with life as it plays
With fun-loving lightheartedness most of my days.
I access deeper presence once I have begun
Treating each iteration of life with much care.

I’m aware in this moment of being at peace
With myself and with others, yet vibrant I feel
Underneath my composure. If I shout with praise
Perhaps people would notice then augment their ways
But I know folks have free will. It’s not a big deal
For Right Now is the place where I master release.

Being conscious of being conscious of the fact
That my conscious awareness of being aware
Of the self brings a merging. Subject and object
Become one in communion with no intellect
To fog up the occasion which wouldn’t be fair
To myself nor to those with whom I interact.

In nature there is stillness. To meet with a tree
Or to contact the earth directly through the feet
Are but teaching experiences of many
Where I can master moments by letting each be
As it is without judgement – an essence complete
In itself with perfection most naturally.

Lessons learned about stillness are taken to heart.
They’re the keys to the moment when it appears lost
In the haze of the thought sphere of business at hand.
I surrender to freedom as it will demand
Every bit of my energy but at no cost
For ensured re-fulfillment and a fresh new start.

The Power Of Not Knowing

Dec7

If I say I don’t know something, say to someone
Like a boss or a bureaucrat mindless of soul,
Such a person would panic and cast me away
Fearing I lack the selfhood deserving of pay.
Knowing is the profession where I play no role
But the truthful beholder who normal folk shun.

I cannot offer honesty to everyone
For my means of survival would suffer setback.
Worldwide social insanity to the degree
That our lies and delusions are as it should be
Is something not maintainable. Huge is the lack
Of a reverent frankness in illness homespun.

Those of wisdom admit that they know not a thing
About remedies simple for complex sickness.
Their advice those of normalcy can’t comprehend
Having built their careers learning how to pretend
While ignoring the telltale effect of the stress
And Not Knowing to what else the fake self may cling.

From the place of Not Knowing, the choice can be made
To deny the mind-made self so much damned control.
Children teach with their innocence in what they ask
And how they perfect asking. They wear not a mask
In their graceful Not Knowing and having no goal
But to make sure that truth remains hard to evade.

Dealing With Conflicting Thoughts

Dec6

How they twitter like cages that have no one there
Yet each squawks a perspective of how things may be.
Of the patterns familiar to humankind
That of conflicting thoughts chattering in the mind
Is the one most destructive to vitality
As it is the root cause of feelings of despair.

Is the issue to figure out which one is right?
After all, with so many, there has to be one
Most assured to provide me the answer I need.
They pretend to be helpful so that they may feed
On my fullest attention. They can offer none
But continuous bird poop in lieu of insight.

Practical in its purpose, the movement of thought
Yields solutions to problems of daily routine.
It cannot provide comfort in times of distress,
And at best it can lead one to mundane success.
Entities become radical are but obscene
And a poor source of wisdom. True guides they are not.

Can I not listen to them and just be Aware
That they are things in cages with something to say?
From a place of Observance I can choose not to
Get caught up in the crosstalk. Instead I can view
Them as nothing important. Then they can’t betray
Consciousness in the moment where there’s not a care.

Awakening From The Self-Talk

Dec5

To deny that it’s horrible hurts so much more
Than the act ill attractive. Though wrath have I none,
I have myself to deal with and thoughts of a kind
That consume me in darkness. Where else could I find
But a hint of some reason for what has been done
To the soul of myself whose been through this before?

I must know someone’s speaking. It cannot be me.
I’m the one who observes things when I’m at my best.
But right now, thoughts are fragments that tell the story
That my mind manufactures. Personality
Is the field generated. Its flux is expressed
In behaviors unconscious so that I can’t see.

Stories of personalities of those who I
Know and love, along with those of others I meet
Intertwine and make drama – a drug for the mind
Whose unending dependence is wrongly designed
To create what it needs to. It knows no defeat
But that spark of Awareness that I can apply.

Can I consciously want all my problems to cease?
Somewhere below the consciousness it is well known
That the ending of issues will end the story.
To prevent its demise is its sole urge to be.
The Moment of Awareness is where I am shown
That which will, if I choose, yield the freedom of peace.

Anxiety And Illness

Dec4

Because they threaten life, they elicit concern.
Conditions preexisting within mortal genes
Turn the mind to a whirlpool of obsessive thought.
I become the victim of a sinister plot
If I focus on wondering what it all means.
The grotesqueness of illness is one lesson stern.

Nowhere is absoluteness among all the cells
Of the creatures at home here for but a brief while.
Substance must be substantial, but not for too long
Due to laws put in place to curse those who are strong
As well as all we weak ones. One could wear a smile,
As the Push Into Presence is what it compels.

Not to deny reality, yet not to dwell
On the thing with its name that’s connected to me
But detached from the true self, I stand well at ease
And relieved of the duty to pump up and please
Everyone with the notion that life is carefree
When reality is for many utter hell.

Most of suffering is a product of the mind.
That it wants to maintain a good story is known
To the quiet observer of all taking place.
When new freedom is found, I cannot but embrace
A transition of being wherein I am shown
What it is that I live for among humankind.

The True Source Of Power

Dec3

Why do I keep comparing myself to others?
Do I get satisfaction from how they respond
To my utter magnificence? If I’m that way
Then I’m in for one hell of a ride through the day
And perhaps through eternity and far beyond
Without freedom of movement as nature prefers.

Why can’t I see the janitor just as the boss
Since we all are of consciousness down to the core?
Each of us has an ego. Unconscious we are
Of its intricate workings, and it will go far
To create false impressions, deceptions, and more.
When it functions correctly, we are at no loss.

Stepping outside the ego is not hard to do
After diligent practice and at a slow pace.
Power it sees as substance of earthly value
Which is found only outside the rich inner view.
That which is of pure essence within time and space
Is the true self observant and powerful too.

So, The True Source Of Power is from deep within,
Behind thought and the ego. That subtle, still peace
That is known only as you by you is the thing
That, when you’re made aware, it will make the heart sing.
With a functioning ego, there can be release
Of destructive behaviors that hold us in sin.

The Journey Of Transformation

Dec2

This body is a window frame with an ego,
And my soul is transparent to see through both ways.
Light that shines comes from somewhere and passes through me.
I may reflect it outward that others may see
That all brightness originates, throughout all days,
From the same source of goodness. That’s why I can glow.

Window shades and some curtains the self must adorn.
Modulation of pure light the ego must use
To prevent blinding others or showing too much,
Or appearing non-human or cold to the touch…
Or for whatever alibi meant to excuse
Absoluteness of presence in being reborn.

How can I draw the curtain and open the shade
To the purest of essence one should radiate?
Some windows are spray painted. They obstruct the view
Both into and out from. Some may concoct a brew
Of dark light behind brick walls of sorrow and hate.
Must I cement my window shut if I’m afraid?

The Transformative Journey is taken by those
Who can see window dressing as necessary
To the ego’s survival by nature’s command.
As I deal with others, this I must understand.
The light focusing structure when gone completely
Is the ultimate bliss of eternal repose.

Now, this human experience I must explore
As if it were a mission impossible not.
Light exists for expression. We handle that well
When in each blessed moment in presence we dwell
Where the mind can be mindfully purged of its thought.
Finding self through reflection can only yield more.

Signal To Noise

Dec1

Do I need much awareness of what’s taking place
In political atmospheres here and worldwide?
Oracles that are binary broadcast the news,
And unconscious receivers are destined to lose
Their objective capacity. Signals decide
What is real for the people whose minds they erase.

Technical is the ratio, “Signal To Noise.”
It describes the relationship between the two.
Spiritual also is the term, as it’s used
To compare all the good times to those that are bruised
By conflict and confusion. The thing I must do
Is be most well informed of my ultimate joys.

It’s a Frankenstein image. It breaks up in parts,
Then recycles the fragmented pieces once more
Into short lived cohesion, and at a bight rate
That bombards every pre-thought, thus sealing their fate
To the powerful Signal that none can ignore,
For to do so will show folks that they’ve lost their hearts.

I get perfect reception without a TV.
What I don’t know won’t hurt me. The noise in the air
Is more than any Signal can safely break through
To the deep rooted secrets that offer no clue
To the people broadcasted to. Social software
Engineered for mind programming isn’t for me.

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