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Inner Sanctum Care

Self Maintenance

Am I wise for my many years? I’m still in route
But much further along as I digest each day.
I don’t know when I know enough. I know a lot.
And I’m grateful for all the good things I was taught
By kind others. I know that I can in this way
Try to live what I know and partake of its fruit.

The best piece of advice I was ever given
Is to keep an inviolate place well inside
That is pristine and safe from all negative vibes
That are otherwise present. My spirit subscribes
To the peace in this moment. I rightly decide
To defend that by which I am truly driven.

Harsh language and attacks of a verbal nature
Have no place in my sacred space. I will say no
To the waste of the circumstance and go my way.
I would damage my spirit if I were to stay
To engage such momentum. Nothing do I owe
To the sad situation. It shall not endure.

To Forgive is another lesson I have learned.
It means not that I want my transgressor to sit
At my table. It means, “I am done. Go Away!”
There’s no sentiment involved. Just have a nice day

And a life without me in any part of it.
Of what had taken place I shall not be concerned.

Fresh Advice For The Times

Cooperative Forces

Tough as nails is the business of staying alive
In a world that keeps changing, for better or worse.
At this point in time, the fate of humanity,
Operating from instinct still, brash and beastly,
May see its own extinction. Its self-contained curse
Focuses on the frictions that we all contrive.

Friction is but a blessing seen in its pure light.
Resistance is required for our survival,
For without it, too much ease in life will occur.
Opposition dealt with yields the growth we prefer.
Without fear we must welcome its kind arrival.
Seeing things in a new way makes living alright.

Knowing why there’s a problem with myself is key
To better understanding of what I create.
If I know not what ails me I cannot move past
The unknown thing that festers perversely steadfast.
I’m aware that my world is of evil and hate.
It must be a sight issue. That’s how I must see.

Loving myself I always will, even through hell.
I’ll believe I’m in heaven and up the ante
Loving myself so damned much that nothing matters.
Once I reach that awareness I can love others
Without needing theirs back. It can surely free me
From chronic people pleasing. For now, I am well.