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Right Back Into Alignment

It takes much self-control to let go of control.
It feels almost counter to what I’m asking for.
I think I’m meant to do things that I’m not doing
And that’s why I have difficulty pursuing
What I want. I’ve no time for the things I adore.
How I feel in the moment is much less than whole.

In my determination to have a fine day
I’m obsessed with figuring out what I can do
To be the best at what I do, somehow I know
That I’m struggling upstream. If I go with the flow
Then I’ll have a much more positive point of view.
Things may just work out for me if I think this way.

I don’t know exactly where to go or what to
Do but I can feel the call and know that as I
Relax more then I’m better able to translate
The call into more details. I want to create
A life full of excitement. It’s the reason why
I was born and each moment I have here is new.

Now I’m meant to do things that I’m going to let
Myself do. There’s a difference in how that feels
Which is lighter. I don’t have to figure it all
Out right this red hot minute. It is but a small
Thing to change my direction. My true heart reveals
What I need to know to me and there’s no regret.

A Powerful Healing Prayer

Oct1

A Powerful Healing Prayer is needed when
There’s a moral dilemma. To pray constantly
Is to continue asking. Yet doesn’t God hear
Everyone’s voice? Is this question anywhere near
Being answerable? It’s out of urgency
That we just keep on asking again and again.

What’s there to pray about? That’s made perfectly clear
By the pain felt by portions of society.
“Whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that
You’ve received it.” There isn’t a special format
One need follow but one must focus intently
On the healing instead of on how things appear.

We recognize the need for God’s intervention
In the course of humanity and of its home –
Mother Earth. We believe that the time has now come
For our enlightenment and deliverance from
Our own selves. We seem to be an errant genome
On the planet. About us something should be done.

If we’ve failed to be righteous we know that by now
And we ask your forgiveness. We know that you see
Only our perfection. May your vision become
Ours as well. We know well where all goodness comes from.
We accept your idea of how things should be.
May your eternal blessing be ours to allow.

What Really Heals?

Aug5

There’s a kind of mysterious healing of the
Cords between and among us that soothes our fears and
Terrors and actually lets us become seen
And perhaps known. So what healing really does mean
Is projecting wellbeing. One takes full command
Of the gift of positive healing energy.

Connection to the world and a kind of freedom
In the quest for the healing we’re invited to.
On the one hand there are tools to quiet the mind
And to open the heart. On the other we find
Tools for dealing with trauma. They both have to do
With compassion. It’s where much of healing comes from.

Mindfulness, compassion, and awareness can be
Used to help release conflict with ourselves and the
World around us. What Really Heals is connection
With the ill person. They become our reflection
Of wellbeing and pure positive energy.
We can feel where they’re coming from most honestly.

Different ways there are for us to recognize
The patterns that we hold that create suffering.
They’re at our avail. Understanding and insight
On your part still may not make everything alright
But it will put you in touch with what’s happening
In their world and to see everything through their eyes.

Epiphany

Jul4

What has happened to me that I now realize
All the sins I’ve committed? Perhaps it’s old age
Telling me that my time draws closer by the day.
Do I have enough time left to properly pay
My way out of existence? Of late I engage
In self-evaluation before my demise.

Words don’t teach. Life experience is the only
Way to know life. I’ve learned that I know not a thing
About living except that my own life has been
Cataclysmic. There are those who would shout, “Amen!”
To my honest admission. On slim hope I cling
That a way out of this dilemma there must be.

And there is a way. All that I’ve done in the past
Is the past. I can’t change it. So I have to choose
To look forward where there’s at least a chance that I
May turn into an innocent kindhearted guy.
That’s a bit of a stretch, but I’ve nothing to lose
In believing that I was never an outcast.

Then what was I? A bastard? A son of a bitch?
Or maybe just a troubled soul with some issues?
What matters now is that now is most important.
Dragging the past into it is something I can’t
Let myself keep on doing. Myself I abuse
When I do that. Besides, it will not make me rich.

Effortless Healing

Apr12

“Let the weak man say, ‘I’m strong.’” Though I’m not at war
With a tribe or a nation, I can understand
That the words must be backed with passion and intent.
If they’re not, I will not find any fulfillment
Of my wish to be healthy. I do have command
Of the state of wellbeing that I’m reaching for.

It makes sense, but there’s effort – a slight backfiring
Factor present. Every subject is two subjects:
What I want and the lack of it. If I’m feeling
Weak but I say that I’m strong, I’m not appealing
To the truth of the matter. It’s not that complex
Of a puzzle, yet it can be awe-inspiring.

Trying to overcome what I’ve got going on
Vibrationally with words just doesn’t get it.
It only increases the effort expended
In the process, so it is not recommended
That I fake my way into believing I’m fit.
That I’m not truthful is a conclusion foregone.

Vibrant health is my birthright. It’s within my reach.
I need only step out of the way and let my
Body heal as it knows how to naturally
Without outside influences. I want to be
In a state where my body is my best ally.
Passion must be the driving force behind the speech.

A Consciousness Challenge

Nov7

The white noise is annoying. There’s an addiction
To societal drama. It’s in the foreground
Of most people’s attention, and I must confess
That I too have a habit of going for less
Than I ought to. There is not much good to be found
In my wasting time this way. Besides, it’s no fun.

By exploring ‘what is,’ I cannot justify
What’s becoming. I’m a powerful creator.
Can I give up what I know as reality
And begin living my life much more happily?
There’s a deeper dimension that I can explore.
I don’t go there that often. The question is, Why?

The vibrational nature of my being I
Can accept without question. The way that I feel
Must be the only thing that can matter to me.
I can’t ask others to behave differently
To affect my emotion. What I know as real
Can be changed by spiritual laws that apply.

I can withdraw from the reality I know
Long enough that I can explore the resources
Of my imagination. I appreciate
Solitude and the silence that helps me create
With the guidance of powerful unseen forces.
In this way, I allow my consciousness to grow.

A Reason To Live

Nov10

Four A.M. and I’m lonely. Not much else is new.
Rain is forecasted, and it will last through the day.
To me, that is refreshing, for parched is my soul.
One more small separation would be nature’s goal
To protect each from others. I feel in the way
And too old to recover from my feeling blue.

There’s so much I could die about. Life given me
I have wasted on foolishness and causing harm.
My own filth is my dwelling. I’ve no energy
To move waste from this body… at least completely.
My estrangement from family should cause alarm.
People I know must look upon me with pity.

I’m said to be emotionally immature.
I digest all my labels as well as my food
Which gets stuck on the highway with each twist and turn.
A perpetual pluming disease I discern.
Medicine cannot help me. It comes as a rude
Slap to my face. I have but the choice to endure.

A bullet in slow motion is headed toward me.
Should I step out of danger if I think I can?
Reflexes must take over if they function well.
Is this life that I’m living one absolute hell?
I’m still here for some reason. I’ll stick with the plan
That I must have blind faith in. That’s how it must be.

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.

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