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Your Own Candle Flame

Singular Flame

Whatever you’ve got going on in your life in
The way of animosity, pain, bitterness,
Or anguish toward anyone, it will never
Let you go. It will cling on to you forever.
It will interfere greatly with your life unless
You do something about it. Where should you begin?

Let it go. You don’t have to make any phone calls
Or let anyone else know. You can purify
Your heart by simply saying, “Love is forgiving.
It is also for giving.”
The life you’re living

Can be free of toxicity if you will try
To eliminate all of your negative walls.

Only orange juice can come from an orange when it’s squeezed.
When you are under pressure, what tends to come out?
If it’s anger, hatred, tension and depression,
Then that must have been in you. Its full expression
Is triggered by the squeezing. Is there any doubt
That you can get quite nasty when you are displeased?

There is a candle that burns inside you always.
It cannot be extinguished completely, although
Wind and moisture will cause it to dance and flicker.
You can make the wick of your own candle thicker
By remembering all that you are meant to know.
As your flame remains steady, it brightens your days.

A Call To Deep Rest

Requirement For Detachment

I must use the word ‘I’ but I does not exist.
And it baffles the rational mind easily
To consider who I is at any moment.
Characters we must play; the body may resent.
If we just keep on acting and show no pity
We may need to befriend a good psychiatrist.

I am not the performer. The roles that I play
Represent parts of myself who act out of fear.
I am not the damned poet that I’d love to be
Nor am I my well crafted personality.
What I am truly is something sacred and dear.
I am that which is programmed to stand in its way.

Sadness happens to everyone once in a while
And is brief in duration, whatever the cause.
Depression is a different animal, though.
It’s my body informing me that it wants no
More to do with my avatar. So it withdraws
Into a state of disease to where I can’t smile.

When the body says, “Screw you,” and it is ignored,
Then in retaliation it will be depressed.
Depressed means that a Deep Rest is clearly called for.
I must answer that calling. My act is a chore
That I use for survival. Yet there’s no conquest
That is of more significance than self explored.