Life on earth is like paradise? Give me a break!
For some maybe it’s that way, and I give them praise.
But for me it’s a toe jam upon the lame foot
Of an alien funk beast embedded with soot
From the hell realm it knows of. My heavy heart weighs
As earth’s gravity strengthens its creatures awake.
This “what is” tape I’ve been playing must see an end.
Keeping myself so low down is getting quite old.
No time is there for living the life of my dreams.
I know that I am someone whose loving heart beams.
Joyfulness and new freedom are mine to behold.
My life sucks like a black hole. I need to ascend.
The expanse is now realized, and it is vast.
From my present perspective all that I must do
Is to rewrite the story. ‘What is’ is old news.
The vibration of newness is what I may choose
Over what’s become ancient and no longer true
Because manifestation of things has been asked.
Healing self-talk is rational. I can accept
Things as they are and know that things are working out
To my ultimate pleasure. I need not to fret.
It is to my advantage that I not forget
That I’m good at receiving. Unjust is my doubt
Of the positive promise that my life has kept.