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The Greatest Prayer

Words Of Power

If You Believe, You’ll Receive Whatever You Ask.
In this chapter of Matthew, so much is revealed
That transcends the religious. It’s Spiritual.
It depends on the willingness to be grateful
For what is not yet manifest. All can be healed
By this method of praying, if up to the task.

It’s reflected in science. In quantum physics,
The observer effect describes how one can change
Situations, objects, and personalities
Through the thought given to them. The power we seize
With a positive outlook is nothing so strange.
Religion and science are a fortunate mix.

Blessed Are Those Who’ve Not Seen, But Yet They Believe.
This is the main ingredient of any prayer.

We receive what is given from life eternal –
The most generous giver of large things and small.
What Is Asked For Is Given. Feeling must be there.
The strength of our excitement is how we receive.

Disregard the appearance of what doesn’t match
Your picture of perfection of how things should be.
Thought Transmission creates within what is observed
The appropriate changes that are most deserved
Both observed and observer are linked completely
As thoughts turn into reality with dispatch.

The Game Of Satisfaction

The Game Of Happy Living

As I’m having a good time and things go my way,
I delight in the process and manifest more
In the way of fulfillment. I may go along
Until some ‘what if’ happens and something goes wrong
When I’m faced with an issue that I can’t ignore
Then I must find the best way to feel more ok.

History and old habits have nothing to do
With the new ever presence that this moment holds.
My thoughts are where I left them last, and there they stay
And become a trip hazard some God awful day.
Do I have any say in how my life unfolds?
Getting rid of the old stuff makes room for what’s new.

I can stop the self-sabotage. I’ll think about
The issue in a way that feels better by far
Than the dwelling upon it. ‘What if’s’ can be good.
A game can be made of life that is understood
To leave me in contentment. The way that things are
Shall evolve as they should. I have nary a doubt.

So, I do keep a journal; this one and one more
With a line down the center and separate sides.
On the satisfied half go all happy events.
On the other, the troubled heart and its contents.
Putting them in a new place, I’m making great strides
In my human development – none like before.

Are Other People Real?

The Plasticity Apparent

This question that I must ask of my consciousness,
Wide awake and with focus upon humankind,
May be moot to most others who would call insane
Anyone who would ask it. Within their disdain
Is the key to the answer. Relief may I find
In engaging my asking, but not to excess.

People never are as I perceive them to be.
 Each of us wants to mold into specific shape
What we know through the senses. So, reality
Is just how I perceive it. And this I do see
As a fact most confounding. Is there an escape
From the pit of inscrutable uncertainty?

When connected to spirit, I see through the eyes
Of the source of all of us. The realer they are
They may rise to the image I see as their best.
They’re as real as I make them. This begs to suggest
That the eye that beholds others is just as far
From the truth, as imagined. My, what a surprise!

Chains of Pain are created through my observing
What I don’t care to look at, then adding to it
Some more doubt and confusion plus firm evidence
Of a flaw in the fabric of my existence.
The eye of the beholder sees what it sees fit
To be worthy and justified in its being.

How Life Enters The Body

Intra-Cosmic Gestation

The realm of the eternal is where all come from.
Aliens of the spirit descend and take hold
Of this time space reality within bodies
To remain for a brief while as flesh entities.
Here to know one another in ways manifold,
The experience can be difficult for some.

Every being has free will. Decisions are made
But can change at an instant, and nature responds
To the slight imperfections in the energy
Of the person becoming someone all can see.
Sometimes spirit and body cannot hold their bonds
And stillbirth leaves the mother and father dismayed.

Once our mothers expecting were pampered a lot.
Nowadays, they keep working. “It’s not a big deal!”
…But it was to the ancients. Women who were wise

Knew that comfort and pleasantness would crystalize
In the soul of the fetus a friendlier feel.
It still owns the decision to be here or not.

In the scull, there’s a front door… a trap door it was
At the time of our infancy. It was soft skin –
Not of hard bone, but supple, All exit through there.
Until then, our survival is treaded with care.
Now that I know I’m stuck here, it’s time to begin
Living out what was intended by the first cause.

What The Mind Is Made For

Maintaining the Mental Machine

Nothing goes anywhere when the mind has begun
A cacophonous symphony of confusion.
It stays right where the rest of me happens to be.
Body, mind, and the spirit are all parts of me.
They exist in proximity and act as one.
Even though nothing travels, much of it is done.

So, it’s just an illusion – my taking a ride
On the long mental freeway with exits galore.
Though I’m not really moving, I get motion sick.
Am I the only one who can do such a trick?
I don’t mind that it races. Places I abhor
That it chooses to visit as peace I’m denied.

Why this happens is because I’ve identified
With things that are not me, and there’s no other way
To live life without clinging to identities.
It becomes a big forest with too many trees
To be dealt with even on a fairly good day.
For this reason the mind cannot be the best guide.

The mind is made to give life ample clarity
And deep penetration into experience
But without getting hung up on too many things.
Distance from what the mind is doing often brings
Some relief from the chatter which can get intense.
What The Mind Is Made For is to help me to be.

Evolution Through Disruption

The Cost Of Living Buisness

All the worst of my problems alone I create
Through the master controller of identity
On the personal level. I’m doomed to attack.
For the rest of my life here I’ll just watch my back.
Evil doesn’t become me, but insanity
Seems to be what consumes me and authors my fate.

The abstracted part of me – the self not made whole –
Is only form identity. It’s not the same
As the timeless consciousness that I am truly.
Everyone is that essence with none else to be.
With this form I am subject to sorrow and shame
That I feel often times to the depths of my soul.

Oneself can’t be perfected. It’s like whack-a-mole.
Once things are put to order, something falls apart.
Never ending the struggle it is to portray
A complete living model. And I must obey
The aspect of disruption. It strengthens my heart
Just to know of the sick truth I cannot control.

Evolution of consciousness cannot take place
In a world picture perfect with no suffering.
One would dance on the surface of life and not grow.
Compassion and deep insights one can’t come to know.
Disruption in my life is a wonderful thing
If I can learn to trust it as God’s loving grace.

The Healers

Caretakers Of Humanity

Recognizing The Healers among us for me
Is an easy thing simply because I am one.
Most descriptions of INFP’s, as we’re called,
Say that all that can keep us forever enthralled
Are the things of the spirit. Indeed we have fun
While exploring the human soul… usually.

Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, (one more)
And Perceiving – these four words are the acronym
For we INFP types. Does this make me proud?
Quite in spite of my ego, to life I’m avowed.
Darkness like the horrendous scourge of racism
Is but fuel for enlightenment. It’s not a bore.

We love speaking in parables and metaphors.
Inventing fresh new symbols to share our ideals,
We are at our creative best. Keen rhetoric
Fascinates us to no end, and our minds are quick.
The slow speed of mere lightning is not that which heals.
Infinite is the frequency spirit endures.

We become overwhelmed often, and we do err
Because we are as human as all humankind.
Altruistic are we, and we’re misunderstood.
One’s perfected morality is for the good
Of the soul of the planet. The task we’re assigned
Is to process experiences and to share.