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I Will Succeed

Ascension

My success is a certainty. One might ask how
Could I possibly be sure. I’ve no evidence
Nor a bright tale of victory yet I’m aware
Of the long winding stair and I climb it with care.
The intention I have to succeed is immense.
I remain totally at peace with here and now.

It’s a fool’s errand to look for certainty in
A world were none exists. I can’t predict how things
Will play out in the next several years or so
But I can be positioned to go with the flow
Of wellbeing. I find that this attitude brings
Satisfaction. I know in my heart that I’ll win.

I can’t look at the target and forget about
The intention – the arrow of my destiny.
It’s the seed bursting open to seek what it needs
From above and below ground therefore it succeeds
At being precisely what it was meant to be.
I know well that my purpose is never in doubt.

Preparation is what warrants my attention
Then the journey is just an opportunity
To be satisfied constantly along the way
To my purpose. I give myself a huge bouquet
For allowing wellbeing to sit well with me.
It’s my reason for living in this dimension.

Thinking Too Much And Trying Too Hard

Separation

In a state of anxiety over things that
I have no control over, I think way too much
About human continuance. I have my views
About faith in a species that can’t even choose
Survival over profit and power. There’s such
A colossal failure regarding where we’re at.

That’s why I meditate. It puts my mind at ease.
When I focus on nothingness I can suspend
Negative thoughts. In doing so I can achieve
Clarity. It puts me in the mode to receive
Information that will help me to comprehend
Human nature. I long to see as spirit sees.

That’s the piece of the puzzle. I don’t want to get
Invested in the object of my creation
Instead I want to enjoy the state of being
With my inner being forever agreeing.
My discomfort is my truest indication
That I’m generating way too much psychic sweat.

I cannot pay an uncomfortable price and
Give life my best performance. I’ll do whatever
Is needed that is possible for me to do.
“Let go of your old habits and welcome the new”
Is a motto that may not be all that cleaver
But it’s one that both spirit and I understand.

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

Heartbroken

The night is immense but of a different kind
Of expansion that makes of my soul a vacuum.
Once the night was of splendor. It can be no more.
I could write about the way my life was before,
But tonight I’m content in expressing my gloom.
If I’m paralyzed fully, no peace shall I find.

The night is starry and the stars are blue, and they
Shiver in the distance. The detergent night wind
Revolves in the sky singing. I did love her so
And sometimes she loved me too. I suffer the woe
Of not knowing in what manner that I have sinned.
Loneliness is the bitter price she’d have me pay.

Through the nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her profusely under the endless sky.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes? To think
That I do not have her pushes me past the brink
Of feeling that I’ve lost her. Need I wonder why
I no longer partake of her feminine charms?

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Love is so short. Forgetting is fretfully long.
Another’s she will be as she was before my
Adoration. My senses continue to try
To perceive her. I hear in the distance a song,
But I can’t make the music make things as they were.