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The Art Of The Day

Scheduled Happiness

At the onset of consciousness from the night’s rest,
Try to recall the drama of where you had been,
As it slips away quickly. But don’t try too hard.
Memory dissipates as it has not a guard.
Exercising connection may link you again
To the gist of the dream world where you’d been a guest.

The awake state now dominant, take a deep breath
Of the air made abundantly full of life force.
Why not take then another if it feels just right?
Every next one fulfills you. God bless the good night.
Thank whatever or whomever you see as Source.
Spirit must be a part of your own shibboleth.

Still in bed feeling grateful, stay just a while more
Feeling even more wonder for things big and small.
Hit the ground running freely. The work you do here
Is the same as in spirit, yet now is more clear.
Your connection to guidance will help you through all
That your day offers to you, as ever before.

Daily dramas reflects your night’s journeys afar.
Each defines but the other. The act that you play
Among actual dreamers who are wide awake
Will provide you fulfillment. The care that you take
In perfecting your role will enlighten your day.
You’ll delight in the sight of who you truly are.

The Ego

The Personal Clutter Magnet

The ego is nothing other than the focus
Of attention. It’s like a radar on a ship.
It’s a troubleshooter telling what’s in the way.
Don’t identify with it. You’ll welcome dismay,
In that if you indulge it, you may lose your grip,
Thinking that you are better than the rest of us.

Once we cease our identity with the ego,
We become aware of the whole organism.
The corpuscles and creatures constantly at war
Means that we are quite healthy. The process means more
At the much higher level. There is no schism.
Harmony is the master who directs the show.

Zooming Out is a spiritual exercise.
Not only is it wholesome and therapeutic,
It also yields a view that is truthfully clear
All the discord that haunts and that seems so austere
Is as it simply must be. Ego is slapstick
In its clumsy performance in confident guise.

It’s a hard thing to say that this world is ok
When one looks at the chaos amid the control
Of the forces of egos upon so many.
In the long run of time, can we muster any
Sense of heartfelt connection with our deeper soul?
Thoroughly it must be searched for a better way.

We Are Not Separate

Despite Color Of Insulation

“I am he as you are he as you are me and
We are all together…,”
as the old wise song goes.

If I am I because you are you, and you are
You because I am I, then both of us are far
From who either is. This logic most clearly shows
Separateness is folly. Why isn’t it banned?

We know who we are in terms of other people.
Interdependent systems, we do not exist
Without all others present. We each interact
With what is our environment, and our impact
Is an issue not inconveniently dismissed
By the few who are given too much damned control.

What I call the external world is just as much
My own body. My skin is but a bridge through which
The external flows back and forth just as the tide.
In the peace of connectedness I must reside.
Knowledge made useful is intended to enrich
Every part of me that has grown cold to the touch.

We’ve not been taught to feel this. Our culture demands
That we feel only some parts and ignore others.
It is driving us crazy as one whole species.
On the brink of extinction, we live our disease.
Intervention by our daughters and our mothers
Is the hope that the most of us well understands.

The Game Of Good And Evil

Chronic Theatre Of War

Who knows well the term war games as if in a play?
What theater of warfare and audience hears
Only words that inflame it? Passion remains blind.
Am I real or automaton, absent of mind
Yet with reason and values. The story appears
Darkly human a pastime of moral decay.

Good and evil in balance is not a good game,
But with positive forces triumphant always,
Things would get awfully boring. A more perfect one
Is where good nearly loses, but true loss is none.
By a weird fluke of nature are honor and praise
Special traits of a species that cannot know shame.

Practical is a system where the good side wins
All the time but is never the winner, perse,
And the evil side loses always but never
Is the loser. And this could go on forever.
Successful and ongoing is war fought this way
As it keeps people distracted from all their sins.

Every group of nice people needs one of assholes.
Each becomes the director of the others acts.
As each defines the other, they know who they are.
And each means of encounter must not stray too far
From the issues pertaining to whites, browns, and blacks.
May God’s mercy descend upon our troubled souls.

Human Experience Comes From Within

Consciousness Is An Inside Experience

Your experience comes only from within you…
Be it pleasant or unpleasant… joy or upset.
What is happening from within must go your way.
Practicing consciousness methodology may
Gear you to more enjoyment. Through struggle and sweat,
You achieve nothing worthwhile in all that you do.

This world will never happen in nearly the way
That you would have it happen. One hundred percent
Satisfaction is futile. The odds are less than
About half that you’ll live life the best that you can.
It is to your advantage that you be content
With the ways of the world. It is all just a play.

But what goes on inside you is so different
In that you can control it to a large degree.
It takes practice of focus to get really good.
Mysteries of the universe are understood
In the peace within presence. The quest is To Be.
Then what follows will lead to ultimate content.

 What is outside, you can’t let control your inside.
Foolishly, people do so to their detriment.
The seat of your experience is within you,
But if you are not sitting there, there’s work to do.
The choice is between living a life of torment
Or of your life’s fulfillment. Which will you decide?

Be Invincible

Dare To Live

It’s supposed to feel good here on this ball of rock.
In this time-space dimension we’re here to create
From our heartfelt desires a spectacular place.
The contrasting reality we can but trace
To the negative aspects that speak of our fate.
One who stands out does so with the response of shock.

Physical are our bodies. We may interact
In a world with the same building blocks as the stars.
But we’re truly spirit in physical bodies.
Through the process of forking, we’re able to please
Ourselves at any moment. And each one is ours
For choosing to feel better. Life is not abstract.

 It’s vital to be selfish amid the contrast
That is sifted and sorted through by everyone.
Spirit loves that we do this and helps us along.
As long as we are happy nothing can go wrong.
Life will not be ‘mysterious’ when having fun,
And when practiced enough, the good feeling will last.

There’s no price to be paid for the treasure you’ve stored
In your dreams over decades. All you have to do
Is to be in alignment, then magic happens.
Life can be made wonderful when seen through the lens
Of the enlightened spirit – the one inside you.
Be Invincible! Life is your finest reward.

Unhurtable

Natural Defense

Say you’re looking at someone and don’t like what’s seen.
What is means is that your true self has not the same
Vision of that same person that your ego does.
Your feeling of disgust is most simply because
You are using that someone in essence to blame
For your lack of alignment, if we’re to come clean.

But what kind of relationship must be maintained
With a self so etheric and alien to
The self who’s most familiar to who you are?
Meditation can help. It is not that bizarre
That you draw what you focus on as we all do.
Be connected with your true self. There’s much to gain.

You could see other things when you look at this soul.
When these positive aspects are practiced by you
They will bring about changes in that person’s heart.
It would be but a pleasure to get a head start
On your quest of relating by attending to
The one you’ve with your true self. How’s that for a goal?

If someone cares to look at you in a bad way,
That one’s not connected to who they truly are.
Don’t be hurt by what others may think, say, or do.
That’s on them, and there’s no need for your feeling blue.
Your relationship with yourself carries you far
Through your world of relating each and every day.

God Wants Your Moment

The Instant Of Mutual Awareness

Time began with the big bang, and ever since then
Some quadrillions of moments have happened by now.
The majority of them did not involve us
Since we’ve been here a short while in this tremendous
Scape of time linked with motion and space to allow
Infinite form expressing again and again.

Grains of sand on the vast beach are moments we share.
One another we honor and savor the best
That good living can offer. We cherish at least
The emotions felt. Time is the ultimate feast,
And indeed our consumption is rightly expressed
Among those of a network of people who care.

Having started the process a long time ago
And existing outside it, the moments of God
Must be different from ours in some supreme way.
Such a Being is crafty and would love to play
With the fine craft created. So, would it seem odd
That the Creator want’s us to share what we know?

What we know is defective, contingently so.
No one knows the best answer to living life well,
And it gets complicated for most here today.
Joy and Peace are the moments for which I do pray.
In the valley of comfort my spirit shall dwell.
I’ll get used to the nature of God’s loving flow.

The Most Visible Spectra

Popular Foci Of Attention

Were it up to the children where would the world be?
They observe all the spectra from visible white
To invisible darkness. They have much to say
About how adults function, and in their own way
They provoke all to examine what’s wrong from right –
Something not every adult can easily see.

If we did listen to them, would anything change?
Would it end white supremacy as an ideal?
Can we all who are nonwhite give white folks a break
By reducing our birth rate for pure whiteness sake?
What’s been brought to extinction by whites is quite real.
History doesn’t teach that. Why is it so strange?

Everything is political. Wearing a mask
Is now making a statement about who you are,
As is boldly not wearing one in defiance.
Do we need to have children tell us what makes sense?
Were it not so grotesque, one could call it bizarre.
Good behavior is now an impossible task.

From extreme ultra right to infra liberal
All that we can deem visible we focus on.
The inverse of our wavelength is our frequency
Which allows each by free will to choose how to be.
Should it be ours to teach what conclusions are drawn
When the students have more of a sane rationale?

In Just One Day

Passion Equals Momentum

One can manifest anything In Just One Day
With deliberate focus and not much effort.
Most do that most unconsciously most of the time
About things insignificant. Focus is prime
In the art of creating our worlds of comfort
Constantly we’re receptive of what comes our way.

If I think it, then feel it, then it has to be.
Basic knowledge this is now. The receptive mode
Is the same as my mood. All the time I receive
In the way that I feel and by what I believe.
Feeling lousy reflects what I need to unload
That is not to my liking and not part of me.

What I’ve put in the vortex of all my desire
Is available to me but also the fear
I associate with it. I must sort that out.
Feeling is the right way to eliminate doubt
Such that what I want and don’t are made crystal clear
Then there’s no limit to the things I may acquire.

Momentum is Digestion. What I want, I eat
In the form of vibration of energized thought.
With the first swallow, momentum starts taking place.
The absorption of nourishment is but the grace
Of the heart’s true fulfillment, more often than not.
I must feel what it’s like to be full and complete.

I can do that in one day or in a decade
Or a lifetime of misery, struggle, and pain.
That it happens at this late date is no disgrace.
The good life of my dreams I do not have to chase
To the point of my madness. All that I attain
That is good and abundant cannot be delayed.

Pale Blue Dot

Humbled In Insignificance

In the vast utter darkness, the throat of deep space,
There’s a chalk dust eraser mark. It can be seen
From a vantage point one quarter light year away,
And the mirror’s reflection has something to say
In reply, as if answering, in its routine,
How humans are insignificant as a race.

In the dust band, and faintly, a tiny chalk dot
Sits alone unassuming and much on its own.
Everything everyone has done happened right there.
Every heartfelt emotion from joy through despair
Has been felt on that blue dot deep in a dark zone.
There they think they’re important and fear that they’re not.

In the cosmic arena, its rivers of blood,
Spilled by soldiers triumphant that they could become
Fearless masters a short while, offer little hope.
Evolution appears to be on the down slope
As our most fervent hatreds are beating the drum
Of a race war that will take all out with a thud.

This is our only planet. A home we have made
Of this thing that has birthed us and keeps us alive.
For now, migration to other worlds is obscene.
Until we can learn to keep our own noses clean,
It is best that, as one world, we learn to survive.
But perhaps we can’t do that because we’re afraid.

Aster * Risk

A Perceivably Precarious Pickle

Everyone that I’ve ever know will hate my guts.
It’s a given. I don’t have to figure that out.
In the brief time that I may have left, I’m assured
That I will be the enemy. Those who’ve endured
My abuse will be thankful and gleefully shout
When I’m gone because I’m prone to driving folks nuts.

You do that to me also though. This quid pro squat
Leaves someone more shorthanded. This Risk with a face
Tries to mingle among the real thing and behave
In the ways of true stardom. No love can it crave.
Once The Risk is discovered, a quiet disgrace
Permeates like a wet fart that offends a lot.

In some ways I am like you colorful breeders,
But something fundamental is missing in me.
Clueless, I’ve sought a lifetime the answer to that.
Yet you normal ones know me, and this tit for tat
With the mind and emotions I play piss poorly.
In the game of relating, I’ve few cheerleaders.

So I’ll just keep on hiding amid you aster
Trying hard not to dis you inadvertently.
You and I spell disaster and should never meet.
I’m an old pissed off bastard who cannot be sweet
Anymore. It is bullshit as far as I see.
My true self is the one thing that I must master.

Unblock

Relieving The Built Up Pressure

There’s this thing that I want so much, and it’s not here!
I would like to know why and what I’m doing wrong.
Am I not sitting straight enough? Is there some block
That I am not aware of? I don’t mean to mock
All this talk of alignment. I have played along
With the Law of Attraction. My stuff should appear.

When I want something too much, don’t think about it
Because that only clogs things and makes me feel stuck?
Well then how on God’s green earth can I be assured
That the thing that I want is most surely secured?
It’s too much of a task. I’m feces out of luck.
The ironic enigma makes me want to quit.

But there is no alternative. It is the key
To success in the process of my creation.
I must feel the excitement – non discouragement…
And the ease to live life with no need to resent.
Getting to what I’m after is all about fun.
It has taken a lifetime to finally see.

Yet in seeing, I’m being all who I’ve become.
It’s not hard to be easy when given the choice.
Doing things the old way only brings back old things.
When I stop the struggle, then the universe brings
Much more than I’d expected wherein I rejoice
To releasing the blockage to where it came from.

Bluebird

The Heart's Escape From Its Jailer

There’s a Bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
But I am too tough for him. I say, “Stay In There.”
I will let no one see you. In there you will stay

Until there is no such thing as the judgment day.
As I pour whiskey on you, no feeling you share.
May the world that is outside receive me in doubt.

In my heart there’s a Bluebird that sings of the blues
Due to my strictness with him. I cannot give in
To the flushing of sorrow for sins of the past.
Cigarette smoke sedates him. My will is steadfast.
All the whores and bartenders to whom I am kin
Know not who is inside me. The Bird I’ll abuse.

Do you want to mess up everything that I am?
Stay Down There. You’re a nuisance, and I am too strong
To let you blow my book sales and lots of income.
I have so much invested in keeping you numb.
And I’m also too clever to ever be wrong.
Sing yourself into slumber. I don’t give a damn.

I’ll let him out at night only. When the world sleeps
It has no notice of him. He wants to be sad.
Back inside he goes, singing a little in there.
Having not let him die yet, we sleep as a pair
With our pact kept a secret. My oddest comrade,
The Bluebird is a teacher to me as it weeps.

Earth Trinity

Harmonious Form And Structure

Lofty dreams and ideas turn into real things
Only when Earth is present in any event.
Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn are the Earth signs.
As the planets pass through them, their movement defines
Certain Aspects determined by their alignment.
When they form a Triangle, good fortune it brings.

Unlike the Opposition which splits energies,
The Grand Trine is an easy continuous flow.
In the Earth signs, the meaning of form and structure
Is as clear as the work bell. It is known for sure
That the joy found in doing can make the soul glow.
The Grand Trine is an opportunity to seize.

Health and wealth should concern us. Survival depends
On sustaining life substance and feeling our best
All the world, as a person, has needs to be met.
For a brief march of days, is it time we forget
Our focus on our bloody war? Surely I jest.
On a personal level, the true self transcends.

Pluto, Mars, and Uranus, the planets involved,
Form a perfect triangle for just a while more.
Pluto is transformation, and Mars, the ego.
Sudden change is Uranus. The more one can know
That is to one’s advantage is worth working for.
In this window of time some things may get resolved.

Pony Ride

Dark Cycle

Things are dead at the clubhouse, or maybe it’s me….
In my desperation a big gamble I took.
Now that I’ve made the foolish decision, I’m stuck.
I’ve grown closer to some. To others, I’m a schmuck
With a streak of incompetence. I’m not a crook,
But I need to be watched now, and rather closely.

Any time of the month is condensed down to one
Interrogative moment as I sit alone
With my phones disconnected. I want no contact
With the world of the living. It’s lethal impact
Feels strangely like rejection by people unknown.
I can know not the scope of the damage I’ve done.

Physical are the symptoms. The tight cramping pain –
Intercellular pillows releasing life force
In the deepest parts of me – is what I endure.
Institutions remind me that I am impure.
My net worth, nonexistent, is now void of course
In a network of gossip and righteous disdain.

There’s a knot in my gut as I straddle this rope
That my feet have slipped off of. It’s jagged movement
Makes my gait somewhat fated to going around
And around as I rummage through my dark background.
I can choose to give honor to this day’s torment
Or to see things another way, guided by hope.

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.

A Magical Exercise

The Ultimate Mind Game

Women Are Fundamental. This statement of fact
With no more said makes strong men grow week in the knees.
What it means is complete loss of means of control.
Not a man on earth conquers the feminine soul.
Women rely on Magic to treat the disease
That flares up and is chronic with lethal impact.

One by one, states like Texas will try to secede
From the union of women – their freedom to be
In command of their bodies and female power.
In the long run, support for pro-choice will devour
Any chance that established law can completely
Be thrown out by old white men caught up in their greed.

Nebulizing an outcome less fettered and flawed
Can be done by believing that all things are well
With ourselves, how we live, and with the universe,
But, the weak human spirit exalts the perverse.
Exercising our Magic from the depths of hell,
We can change it. The way is brought to us by God.

What it takes is Emotion. Our Feeling what’s right
And that it is completed already is all
That is needed. Write down exactly how you feel.
Hypnotic visualization is most real,
And because it is Magic, no one’s part is small.
Our success depends on what we bring to the fight.

A Dream Within A Dream

Consciousness Within Consciousness

…And in parting from you now, thus let me avow –
You are not wrong who deem that my days are a dream.
Yet if all hope of sanity has flown away
To some kinder dimension, then what I must say
Is that there’s a much larger and complex regime
That imagines existence into here and now.

Brokenhearted I can’t be, yet somehow I am
Immersed in an enigma of shock and dismay.
If I’m part of existence, where do I belong?
This world has lost its sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.
In a vision or in none, for what do I pray?
Absolute is my feeling that life is a sham.

Of a shore surf-tormented I stand in the roar
As I hold in my hands grains of the golden sand.
How Few! Yet how they creep between my slim fingers
While I weep. As I weep, the wave rhythmic recurs.
Can I grasp with a tighter clasp of my weak hand?
They escape quickly to the sea and are no more.

Many thoughts flood the consciousness. All are the same
In a sea nonexistent with vital context.
They address a reality that can’t be real,
So, I can only go by the way that I feel.
In this pitiless wave I am much less perplexed
About what in a troubled world causes me shame.

Be Surprised And Delighted

Life Wants To Do You

When you want something badly, it’s not quite the way
To prepare to receive it. When you’re excited
About sifting and sorting through preferences
That your life offers you, your joy then commences.
You are on earth to Be Surprised And Delighted.
Let the universe pleasure you throughout your day.

You may choose making things happen physically
Verses letting the universe bring them to you.
But why go through the struggle of getting things done
When the universe knows you should be having fun
On your journey through living. In all that you do,
Be in touch with your true self spiritually.

Think about what you want and especially why.
Imagine it coming about and believe
In the feeling it gives you as you now daydream.
Things can come rather quickly. Just flow with the stream
Rather than against it. Only good you’ll receive.
Letting go of the effort allows you to fly.

The more detailed you are when you’re feeling your best,
The more fun and more quickly the energy moves.
And the more ‘hands on’ feeling in molding your clay
The more that you will manifest. This is the way
You were meant to create here. Your living improves,
And the powers eternal are at your behest.

From Your Inner Being

One Who’s Never A Stranger

Is there anyone in there who looks out through me
And knows all that is needed for living life well?
Yes, there is someone present who knows everything.
My communicating with that person will bring
On a wholesome environment in which to dwell.
In the very beginning, it happens subtly.

I must be in alignment with all that I am
Which means simply that I am most open and clear
To receive the connection, but then when I do,
I Am It! The connection is solid and true.
To perceive or to analyze will interfere
With my maintaining presence within my program.

The question and the answer are quite different
In terms of their vibrations. They do contradict
Each other. So the focus is on the answer.
To be stuck in the question can give me cancer.
Meditation is helpful. It need not be strict.
Twenty minutes a day is time that is well spent.

My question rests within me for a day or two
To make clear what I’m asking. Then I meditate
And listen to what flows, then record in some way
What I get from my spirit self. That’s how I pray.
I look forward to frequently reaching that state.
Who I am on the outside is rendered anew.

Texghanistan

A Cry Of Outrage

Who’s inside of my body. No man should be there…
Not without my permission. We victims of rape
Are rejected by the highest court of the land.
I can feel the tight grip of the government’s hand
Up my intimate caverns. There is no escape
But for those in support of women everywhere.

The profession of pro life is hypocrisy
Spewed by zealots religious. Life has no meaning
For the poor and the needy. They are not of God.
Any woman with feeling sees through the façade.
I shall thank divine forces for intervening
In the actions of madmen who rule by decree.

Who’s inside of my conscience and I inside theirs?
When I look in the mirror, no one do I see
With a robe and a stern look of condescension.
He who thinks of my body has bad intention.
I decide if and when a man gets inside me
And especially whether or not I have heirs.

Absolute is the power that must be maintained
By white men in authority. White babies are
A valuable asset. Non-whites who are poor
Will be killed or imprisoned. In evil grandeur
I am pushed to limits but never too far
That I lose sight of what in the past has been gained.

The Simmering Cauldron

Leading The War Pack

It’s the blue bloods and red hats – the dems and repubs –
Liberals and conservatives… always two teams
To prepare for a civil war ever to come.
Yet not all become soldiers; only certain some.
I’ve been warned since childhood that I’m part of their dreams.
Should I then be a soldier? I’m not good with clubs.

Nor am I good at understanding the deep hate
That one race has for all others everywhere known.
Congressmen speak preparedness just like the ones
Who have nurtured their hatred and value their guns
For that war that keeps coming. Our leaders condone
Blatantly what the others should not tolerate.

All the twisting of facts and the crafty mind games
Have a definite purpose. It is to erode
Any sense of reality except the one
Where the most racist sentiments can be homespun.
As the truth starts to simmer, true colors explode
Through the army, exposing its nastiest aims.

It’s now out in the open. There’s nothing to hide.
It’s confirmed. I’m the enemy. No change has come
Over decades of civil rights. Your smiling face
Remains in the minority, as will your race
In a few generations. Keep beating your drum
In expression of panic regarding white pride.

Decide To Get Happy

The Only Choice There Is

There’s so much information about feeling good.
Tons of books, affirmations, and many techniques
Are available to me. The volume is great.
I can’t take it all in because I complicate
Processes when simplicity my dumb soul seeks.
Truly I wish that these things could be understood.

Can this Law Of Attraction stuff work out for me?
What the hell is ‘vibration?’ I need to be schooled.
These ethereal concepts are hard to digest.
Where the hell is my stuff anyway. I’m hard pressed
To come into alignment. Perhaps I am fooled
By my excessive efforts to finally see.

It’s not so complicated. All that has been said
About living a life that is most fulfilling
Is reduced to one phrase: “Decide To Get Happy.”
All the mountains of words and procedures can be

Understood a lot better if I am willing
To let go of the struggle. It’s all in my head.

I just need to Get Happy. That’s in the mind too.
I’ve practiced being ornery for quite a while.
I can best harness the Power Of Feeling Good
By engaging in all that I possibly should

To enhance my alignment and brighten my smile.
I can feel my way into a life that is new.

A Quick And Firm Reminder For You

It's Never All That Bad

When emotion is present that doesn’t feel good,
What is means is that what you are thinking about
When it flares up is Bogus in comparison
To what the source within you knows. You are the one
Who knows little to nothing. While stuck in your doubt
Nothing of what your source knows can be understood.

When you feel like your life makes no sense anymore,
And the world that reflects it, a broken mirror,
Is a fragmented jumble of jagged pieces,
And the life force within you slowly decreases,
It is only what you know. Your thinking clearer
Can’t occur when you’re feeling rotten to the core.

Your source knows of abundance and infinite grace.
You’re deserving of everything that you desire
By virtue of your being a part of this world.
Crumpled now is your outlook. It shall be unfurled
In the moment’s surrender to something higher.
Your source knows how to lift you from your troubled place.

There is always an answer – a safer way out
Of the darkest of circumstance. Your deep despair,
Justified, though addictive, can be turned around
By accepting the wisest guidance to be found.
Any pain that is suffered is best that you share
Your dilemma with others to lessen all doubt.

Architects Of Fate

The Projectors Of History

It’s a popular movie. Destruction and pain
Are what we as The Builders create at the drop
Of a hat or a payload. We each play a part.
Walls of Time is our tapestry. It’s a rough start
That continues its struggle, not willing to stop
Until armies on both sides are totally slain.

Nonetheless, all who are here alive and breathing
Are directors and actors in all that takes place.
Whether judged good or evil, each role that is played
Builds a wall that grows stronger. The price to be paid
For being too professional is some disgrace
Yet the cameras won’t stop. They just keep on rolling.

As the butterfly’s wings beat, they have an effect
On everything occurring throughout time and space.
Big and small are our parts, but each is important
To the fabric historic. On this earth we can’t
Live without able structure to fill with our grace
Mixed with something which is much far less than perfect.

Longfellow was a Wadsworth, whatever that’s worth
To the dick headed scholars who nitpick meaning
Spewed by those gaining privilege by circumstance.
Playing fields are not equal. Some don’t get the chance
To perform as a Builder. They do their own thing
With the challenge of maintaining some sense of mirth.

The Laughing Heart

The Sheer Joy Of Living

Your life is your own life. Be as bright as can be
And as light as the feather that tickles the soul.
Do not let it be clubbed into dank submission.
Be always on the watch. There are ways to have fun
As there always are ways out of life’s rigmarole.
Yes, there is a light somewhere. It’s for you to see.

Though the light is not brilliant, it beats the darkness
By infinity’s measure. So, be on the watch.
The gods will offer you many chances. Know Them.
You must be of the right heart. You may not condemn.
If you do it may leave an indelible splotch
On the memory of your life in the process.

You can’t beat death, but sometimes you can do just that
Through the life you are living. And the more often
You choose to learn to do it, more light there will be.
Your life is your life fully and absolutely.
Never mind about where in the past it has been.
That would mean that your heart has to wear a hard hat.

Know your life while you have it. You are marvelous.
The gods wait to delight in you wholeheartedly.
Your expressing of joy is their confirmation
Of their masterful work which has only begun.
It’s your life. Live with laughter that people may see
That your angelic presence is always a plus.

On The Death Of Our Mother

The Demise Of The Feminine

Who would fuck their own mother in praise of Allah?
It’s one hell of a question, yet this is the place
Where the demons of Satan rejoice in manhood.
Anything that a man does is righteously good
But a woman’s existence is mired in disgrace
From the arrogant authors of their dilemma.

But this place is made hell like. Not by her own will
Does she suffer the symptoms of human disease.
She heats up and feels nauseous as the result
Of her virulent sickness so cruel and occult.
Her immune system fights us. She will cough and sneeze
And whatever it takes. She does not mean to kill.

 How on earth does a god make all men so supreme?
Multifunctional women take on their men’s hate
Like the scapegoat, absorbent and obedient.
Animals should be able to take your torment
Until you say they’re sacred? The hell you create
Ripples throughout the species. The pain is extreme.

Take your left hands and lick them ‘til they’re squeaky clean
And then use them as always. Do stick them up far
Where they may reach your sick minds. God Damn you people!
Greater Force is the Feminine, and I’m grateful
That the earth has its systems, as harsh as they are
To the human infection so vile and obscene.

Go All The Way

Paradise On The Way To Heaven

If you’re going to try, then do Go All The Way.
Otherwise, do not start the path laid before you.
It could mean losing girlfriends, wives, and relatives,
Or your means of support which most rarely forgives.
You may lose your clear mind and be left without clue,
And the more that is lost, the more hell there’s to pay.

Can you Go All The Way knowing all is unknown?
With each step of the journey is uncertainty,
It could mean your not eating for three or four days,
Freezing on city park benches, prone in such ways
That attract sharp derision and harsh mockery.
It may challenge your spirit and hurt to the bone.

It could mean doing jail time and isolation.
Aloneness is the gift. All others are a test
Of how much you can take. Do you want to do it?
You know well what the answer is. You cannot quit!
You will do what you must and be fettered and blessed
And despite the rejection, there’s work to be done.

Better than anything else you could imagine
It will be if indeed you are going to try.
Don’t be half assed about it. Do Go All The Way.
There’s no other feeling like a part in the play
Where you dance with the gods and flame up the night sky.
You will ride perfect laughter. New life will begin.

Compulsive Thinking Cessation

Tuning The Noise Filter

Thinking is an addiction when it’s ego based.
Resistance to the moment and things as they are
Turn the mind into digital circuitry lost
In destructive anxiety and at great cost
To my sense of wellbeing. I am very far
From the life that I’ve longed for. Has it gone to waste?

There are two types of thinking. The futile is one
Where the mind spins in circles. Problems it creates
As well as certain enemies and grievances.
This dysfunctional state creates circumstances
Marked by fear and regret. Nothing but gloom awaits
When I’m stuck in a mind trip, and it ain’t no fun.

The other kind of thinking, not of the ego,
Comes from someone who’s deeper – the real part of me.
When I access this person in meditation,
Thinking then is constructive. I don’t feel undone.
Real thinking is creative, but positively.
Fruitfulness is the outcome as I get to glow.

Thought can be in the service of something worthwhile.
Universal Intelligence is but the best
To give all my devotion. A friend I can make
With this moment most present for everyone’s sake.
I’m a tool by which infinite love is expressed.
This indeed is much more than a reason to smile.

Easy Manifestation

Focus Plus Passion Equals Manifestation

I came here for the full blown manifestation
Because this is the leading edge of existence.
All creation takes place here in this earthly realm.
The experience often causes overwhelm
To where I may lose focus and self-confidence.
It is best that I relax and dare to have fun.

Feeling satisfied, I’m truly eager for more.
This emotional place is the best to embrace
As it is the vibrational stance that I need
To receive information. I then may proceed
In the righteous direction within time and space.
I need not figure things out as here I explore.

Feeling good anyway is the trick that I’ve learned.
When the manifestation has not happened yet
There’s no need to be upset. I’ll block myself from
Grace the universe offers. It only can come
If I’m exhilarated and of the mindset
That there isn’t a reason I need be concerned.

Satisfied with the evolving world I create,
I am in the position that proper timing
And bright flashes of insight are at my avail.
Life is the leading edge of an infinite tale
Of witch I am the sole author of everything.
The one thing I can manifest is feeling great.

Inspirational Solitaire

Solo Artistic Mastery

It’s my job – no one else’s – to be who I am.
It is wrong to get others to do that for me.
Understanding of who and where I am is mine
To explore with abandon. Why would I assign
This most intimate duty so egregiously
To others who cannot nor should not give a damn?

I am here to live happily ever after
As is everyone here in this school of nature.
It is up to me only to play out my role.
To experience joy here is my only goal.
My freedom to choose is something that will endure
Until matriculation from earthly matter.

So, I might as well decide to get happily
Since I am ever after already by now.
Choices made from beyond are what I live each day.
I came here because I like my hands in the clay.
By deliberate intent I best can allow
Creation to flow with ease and naturally.

I relent to alignment and my connection
To the spirit within. I give up resistance
And the incessant battles and struggles I make.
Peace of mind and fulfillment are what are at stake.
Now is no time to continue living by chance
By insisting on others to get my work done.

Are There Good And Bad People?

Judgment Is Of The Judge

Another doomsday message that will not be heard
Through the oceans of white noise and others voices
Is today what is offered. My daily routine
Has to do with recording whatever I’ve seen
On my path. And it turns out that I make choices
Contingent to dichotomy and what’s preferred.

Human Nature demonstrates we all are this way –
Always ready to judge something evil or good.
Attitudes form unconsciously and instantly.
That is why it’s so difficult to see clearly
Through the sea of opinion. In all likelihood,
My perceptions are weighted and often betray.

What is liked or disliked by any entity –
Be it person, a sports team, a nation, or skin –
Become part of our makeup. What e’er we decide
Will direct our behaviors. Our egoic pride
Spells disaster for earth. We commit mortal sin
On the largest of scales and with impunity.

Everyone oscillates between means and extremes
Of behaviors along spectra. No one is one
Or the other completely. The space I create
Will evoke good or evil. I’ll not complicate
What is raw truth and feelings. Then growth is begun.
On the global scale, are things as dark as it seems?

Don’t Take It Seriously

Levity Is In Order

Why do I take my living so seriously,
Finding pleasure in nothing but playing the game
Of pretend satisfaction? I live not at ease
Because I waste my focus on people to please.
Finding joy within oneself cannot be the same.
It’s the most wholesome origin ever to be.

Sourness, the byproduct of people pleasing,
Permeates my existence. An ever presence
Is the tartness of taste, feeling that I must sell
My perfected self proudly. I don’t do that well.
Peddling of one’s true self comes at the harsh expense
Of addiction to always ever appeasing.

“If I smile will you love me? Suppose I tap dance
As I juggle three Rubik’s cubes while solving them?”

This compulsive behavior is what makes life hard,
And it needs to be looked at. If I’m more on guard
To my slipping into that mode, I’ll find the gem
Of enlightenment relative to circumstance.

The more I look to others for love, the more I
Am not in sync with who I am most truthfully.
Solving not the big issues, I shine at the small.
In becoming more lighthearted, the less I fall
To the favor of others. And ultimately,
I’m as worthy as ever and shall always be.

The Women

Those Without Voice

No one else is there visible. Only mad men
Can be seen on the media and network news
Spouting off at the mouth or the weapon in hand.
Is it best that an ignorant world understand
What The Women must go through? It is they who lose
Having been nonexistent since heaven knows when.

Men who pass gas in public where there’s no escape
From their foul perverse intent are of the mindset
That their grossness is power that gives them control
Of most people’s attention. Their psychotic goal
Is to prove to all others that they are a threat.
Sense of smell is the wholesomeness they care to rape.

It’s a crusty old bastard nation in the eyes
Of the world cast upon them. Their arrogant ways,
Centuries in the making, have stale stunk the air.
Women had been breathing some real oxygen there,
And it’s not tolerated. Abusive mores
Among state and religion have integral ties.

It will take generations. New waves of women
With support of those worldwide pries open the door.
Once fresh air has been breathed, there is no turning back
To the ways of abuse and of constant attack.
Once one has tasted freedom, there’s wanting for more.
Women don’t want to breathe fecal air once again.

The Shadow’s Object

Unity Pair

Every shadow has something or someone attached
In a way that is crucial to its existence.
Their movements coincide. In ways, they are alike,
But they are as the thumb and the hole in the dyke.
Connected to each other at each’s expense,
It appears that they are inseparably matched.

Shadows are light dependent. Without it they will
Blend with all that is darkness, which is everything.
Lacking some incandescence, they cannot be seen.
In the meantime, whatever is dank can’t come clean,
Nor can they know the wisdom a light source can bring
To their undefined selves with their roles to fulfill.

Two-dimensional entities can’t but rely
Not only on revealing light. Also they’re tied
To the objects they represent. Every movement
They will mimic precisely and with no intent
To make fun of their objects. They can’t try to hide.
Flat creatures have no freedom and can’t wonder why.

As if quantum entanglement is taking place
Between shadow and object, they work as a team
To solicit attention to subconscious drives.
Reconciling behaviors complex, one survives
All the drama that life holds. It is a daydream.
Both the light and the darkness we must learn to face.

War Games

The Wages Of War Is Sin

Enemies of the planet, deplorable ones
With the mindset of Satan, have taken control
Of the soul of a dark world predestined to doom.
The aroma of feces immersed in perfume
Permeates most of consciousness. Dark is the hole
Of the red racist rabbit whose cup overruns.

All the excellent training for so many years
And crap loads of equipment are played to the hands
Of the evil egoist who will have his way
Until karma kiboshes him some sooner day.
Yet the world must play nicely. It well understands
Mass destruction should be one of our biggest fears.

Quid pro quo is the tactic most commonly used
To elicit desertion of moral value
Among troops, belief systems, and populations.
When the smoke clears, the people who’ve died are the ones
Remembered then forgotten and placed out of view.
Pardon me for not feeling. May I be excused?

This will go on forever. Lethal tit for tat
Is a game of the human soul trapped in ideals
That have become malignant. And now, running wild,
This cancerous conundrum is what has defiled
Our most human behaviors. What it most reveals
Is a species addicted to mortal combat.

Underprivilege

Four Faces of Feces

When I can’t find a nigger to shine my damned shoes
And my cold leather heart is the beat of remorse
For acceptance of coon ways in society,
What is wrong with this country I clearly can see.
We’ve a ship with a captain who’s steering off course.
I’m entitled to at least good drugs to abuse.

Niggers give me the willies. I just can’t allow
Their kind anywhere near me. I fear I’ll become
Inundated with liberal ideal perfume.
I’d prefer that my poor white brother not assume
That I’m black anywhere inside. Those nasty scum
Need to go back to somewhere somehow and right now.

I know that I’m a bigot. I’m proud to be one.
My maturity level makes that important
Along with the abuse of women and children.
Good old days were of silence. To have them again
Is a fervent fulfillment. No one says I can’t
Be the racist I want to be and have some fun.

Leadership we are made for no matter our style.
Jungle bunnies don’t govern. They just find a way
To make government programs to pamper the poor.
It would thrill me to no end to show one the door
To the darkness that is them. I’ll never betray
My supremacist outlook. We’re here to defile.

The Scourge Of Religion

Pandemic Of Soul

When a star starts making iron it will explode
In spectacular fashion. The power released
Can disrupt forming galaxies lightyears away.
It creates the stuff so fast one could rightly say
Mass production of heavy substances at least
Shows a violent cosmos in expressive mode.

What to make of the evil that money can buy?
One handful of the right souls now comes rather cheap
To the ones who can purchase behavior at will.
The right price can make good soldiers not want to kill
To defend their damned nation. The karma they reap
They will want to take care of long before they die.

Fighting over a small thing is not a big deal.
If we both want something, one of us will concede.
In a matter of time, one comes to one’s senses.
Take the damned thing and blow it! Too much expense is
Being paid by my spirit. I’d rather be freed
To get on with my best living in what is real.

But we fight for, over, and about God these days
As we have throughout history, and it’s insane.
If I believe in something but you… not the same,
In time we’ll kill each other and then place the blame
Anywhere but where it must go. All who are slain
Are but fodder for furtherance of toxic praise.

Over is the day of the sword. Now we kill more.
With the push of a button whole countries can be
Blown to bits within minutes without knowing why
Some asshole has decided that their kind must die
Over some subtle nonsense. We’ll never agree
And cannot be surprised by what else is in store.

Now, a global directive is what is needed.
One’s religion is one’s own business to pursue.
Do whatever the hell you want, but go in peace.
Beliefs global and national surely must cease
Or we face our extinction. But can this we do?
Our beliefs are not knowledge. Too many are dead.

Empowering News

The Only News Of Value

I consist of two life forms inside of one skin.
One of them is my true self – my inner being.
It is made of no substance – just pure consciousness.

Divine Light is its essence. It wants to express
Everything that is wholesome and spirit freeing.
It will never go back to where once it has been.

The other being is a most personal one
With a flesh and blood ego, personality,
And a growing collection of hopes and desires.
It is that self which struggles and easily tires.
In its quest for its being who it needs to be
It will frequently lose track and feel overrun.

The only difference between the two is that
My true self doesn’t look back. It looks straight ahead.
It’s the forwardmost version of me here and now.
Anything that I want is mine if I allow
Myself to be directed by spirit instead
Of the sad sack who suffers and has it down pat.

There’s no need for defense or justification.
My comparisons cripple and have no meaning
But contrast is a good thing. Without it no growth
Would occur in the one self yet surely not both.
I must go with the one which is forward leaning
Where my issues are weaker and I have more fun.

Rest Easy

All Is Well

There’s an end to each good day as there is to all.
How well did it go? Does it matter anyway?
It’s tempting to get caught up in this day’s drama.
Challenges cloud my thoughts. They’re a source of trauma.
I lose sight of the true value life is today.
I forget that my privilege is nothing small.

But today is now over. For sleep I prepare.
No matter what the day held, it’s time to let go
Of the big things that I think I can’t overcome.
Just because I cannot doesn’t mean that I’m scum.
Timeless Truth that my eternal soul gets to know
Needs to be to my consciousness made more aware.

Stepping back for a moment, the bigger picture
That my soul sees already, is clearer to me.
Everything’s working out exactly as it should.
In the end, life’s a dream that can always be good.
Like a story with chapters, each day’s end can be
One of joyful reflection. My thoughts can be pure.

“Let the Universe Celebrate Itself Through You!”
It’s the one affirmation I most need to hear

Echoing back to me as I end this fine day.
Now is time to listen to what it wants to say…
Not out of desperation. It’s motive is clear.
I am whole as I am now. This is always true.

Be Fruitful…

...Then Vanish

Multiply And Be Fruitlike! Extreme sex appeal
Is your God given blessing. Don’t blush at the thought
Of your outright omnipotence being denied.
Plastic bags of waste litter with lateral pride
Where the space keeps expanding yet no growth is sought.
Go and make all the universe gross and surreal!

So, there’s word there are aliens here among us?
One would think we’d enslave them and treat them like trash
Which would be about normal for one sick species.
Arrogance is a hard on for death and disease
And the fountain that spews its metal balderdash.
Flaming dicks are the brute force with which humans fuss.

Are we one hell united? Like demons we are
In a mess of our making, seeming to agree
On but one thing that may lead to our extinction
Because nothing will happen unless something’s done
About human behavior and rather quickly.
Upon earth now we’re destined to leave a big scar.

Clear Your Throat! Make that hard hocking guttural sound
That to some is upsetting. Don’t swallow that shit.
Spit that thick stinking mucous onto the pavement
Where it can fuck with everyone. Don’t you relent
In dispensing your waste. The disgust you transmit
Is the worse that can be felt for lightyears around.

The Vibrational Snob

The Frequency Selective Perspective

Be a Snob with Vibration. Yours is quite unique.
It belongs to you only. You developed it.
Your beliefs and desires are incorporated
In its intricate makeup. It’s more than well said
That your personal vibe does its best to transmit
Who you are truthfully no matter how you speak.

Be at one with atonement. No fake vanity
Infiltrates the wellbeing you surely deserve.
Your birthright is the bliss of the life of your dreams.
As you feel your ways into them, feel that it seems
Angels who are observing think you have the nerve
To consider yourself closer to deity.

You deserve your wellbeing. Daily maintenance
(And, sometimes, by the moment) is yours to defend
Yet in absolute freedom to feel as you will.
Worthiness is no issue. You’re here to fulfill
The creation you’ve started. Let Spirit descend
To support all that you are. Do give it the chance.

You are part of the leading edge of creation.
Many of us have fallen asleep at the wheel
And can muster compassion only for drama.
It takes some getting used to the constant trauma.
You must pay much more attention to how you feel.
If that means being choosey, then no harm is done.

All Else Falls Into Place

The Need To Adjust Things

Oddly shaped are the raindrops as freely they fall.
Must I do something with each before it can rest
On the surface now built up? Where is my control?
This life game is a journey, but what is the goal?
If I play with the right folk, I won’t fail the test,
Yet that doesn’t prevent me from dropping the ball.

My mind is a container. Its volume of thought
Can’t exist without big holes of dead empty space.
If by staying high minded I’m able to change
How each thought takes the surface – if I can arrange
Them before they cannot be – I’m running whose race?
This game is at its most basic fatally fraught.

I create my reality, damn it to hell!
It should not be a death sentence but awesome news.
My desires and beliefs must be in alignment.
If they’re not then this lifetime is one I’ll resent.
Whatever it may come to, I do get to choose
Every thought that I think and where each one should dwell.

How things might come together is not my business
Nor should it be of any concern. Only why
Should fill up the container. Good things will in turn
Fall in place rather nicely. God’s grace I discern
Showering down upon me like rain from the sky.
All I need do is trust in the simple process.

Be Easy About Life

The Purity Of Simplicity

Wishing life would get easy gets old too damned fast
For the spirit within me to keep a straight face
While pretending to see it as many highways.
Up and down, then around things, they’re often a maize
In the menacing mindscape. Is there saving grace?
Or is there no escape from the life of contrast?

“I wish I were a willow…” is no wizard’s way
To finagle a safe wiggling out of this mess
That I’d something to do with. To be but a tree
In a blanket of sunlight with no way to see
All the world it reveals is to be without stress,
Gravity notwithstanding nor how it may sway.

Rather, I am the substance of all I desire –
All the passion and focus I feed to the dream
Of becoming who I really am at my core.
Am I worthy of good things? I couldn’t be more!
My uniqueness is one with the energy stream
From which life flows. Struggle my life doesn’t require.

All There Is provides meaning to focus offered.
Holding little resistance, oneself will allow
Only good things to happen. The contrast I feel
Is the pearl in the oyster that life will reveal.
All I need do is kick back and let life endow
Me with joy and wellbeing. My Spirit Be Heard!

Allow The Wellbeing

Release, Then Breathe In...

It comes down to allowing, but just what is that?
When one speaks of surrender, what enter my mind
Are such scenes where one army makes use of torture.
The most negative aspects are balanced, I’m sure,
By the myriad episodes that are more kind
And can happen almost at the drop of a hat.

To what must I surrender? What must I allow
That is both consciously and patiently waiting
To enter and fulfill me? Can I trust that it
Is a safe thing to let in? The fear, I’ll admit,
Is not justified, and it is aggravating
That I know what to do, yet I’m hung up on how.

Getting rid of resistance to my own desire
Increases my vibration. My trying too hard
With much effort and struggle cannot get things done.
Only when one exhausts oneself, something’s begun
To take place in one’s character. No longer barred
From the fruits of the spirit, one is lifted higher.

Things that work in the process we all know so well –
Turning thoughts into things – involves just a few things:
Energy, alignment, and clarity of thought.
When my purpose has passion, I’m no longer caught
In a quandary that only my feeding brings.
Worthiness is a system wherein we all dwell.

A Message From Einstein

Information Esoteric

It would be an enlightening experience
If I could channel Einstein. What all might he say
To this world grown beyond his? There is not the need
To go searching in that way. I need not proceed
With the wicked or woo woo. In this age and day
Many folks have encountered his psychic presence.

What comes through as his message is perfectly clear.
People are much like bicycles. Balance we keep
As long as we are moving, otherwise we fall.
In terms of vibration it’s a visceral call.
Move forward through experience not while asleep
But with focus applied to one thought that is dear.

He considered his thought world a place of refuge –
A safe pace from the clutter ever apparent.
Starting off with a premise, he would theorize,
And then test out theories. He’d often revise
Them a bit with new data. He wouldn’t relent
Until something of value would come about huge.

His greatest satisfaction in being exposed
To this world fascinating was thinking about
Answers to his own questions about existence.
Fortunately for us, he has made it make sense.
Through all cycles of being, we cast away doubt
And the more of life’s secrets are rightly disclosed.

The Power Of The Universe

...At Your Command Always

The power that creates worlds at my fingertips
Is the dream of a lifetime or single moment.
Exercise is for bodies to keep them in shape.
If they get not enough then there is no escape
From ailments and ill feelings. We move to prevent
Laziness of the muscles and woe on the lips.

Another exercise for getting to that place
Of untold of contentment involves time each day
For collection of data that match well my dream.
I need not go to such an outrageous extreme
To create what I want that I give much away
That my spirit can’t live without at my slow pace.

Thoughts we think are powerful. The signals they make
Are magnetic. They do attract thoughts much the same
As their own. Then momentum takes over from there.
Universal forces need be fully aware
Through my passion about it. Thoughts can become lame
With no strength of emotion or wanting is fake.

I decide what is wanted in vivid detail
Then give thought only to that and none to others
Contradicting the chosen ones. My emotion
In effect is powerful communication
With the ultimate power that ever occurs.
Powered so by the universe, I shall prevail.

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.

The Universe Is On Your Side

All The Power There Is

Frequently one-two-three punches into the gut
Leave a mess for digestion of life as a meal.
Sustenance insufficient, the dark soul adrift
In a fog can recover by making a shift
In the way it is thinking. Life can be ideal.
Yes, you can be in fulfillment no matter what.

Those who hang out in spirit, who used to be here
Among us in the earth realm plus many others
That we can never know of whose numbers are vast
Have no better thing to do but lovingly cast
Good vibrations upon earth. Whatever occurs
That is unwanted is only due to your fear.

You cannot be impatient although you may know
Absolutely for certain that you deserve more.
Let it happen without giving it all your thought.
Finding joy in the process, you will not get caught
In the trap of poor thinking. You are destined for
All the best that you’ve dreamt since a long time ago.

Those who believe in fairies and unicorns are
In their right minds by spirit who takes form in ways
That are meant to return you to who you can be.
Forces do work in tandem for your harmony.
On the wings of your wishes, spirit offers praise
And reminds you that all that you seek isn’t far.