Tag Archive | overcoming

Be You!

You Are Fantastic

I’m created wonderfully and fearfully
In my mother’s womb. That’s why I’m so full of praise
For that which has begotten my inner being.
My belief in myself is righteously freeing.
I adore God within me right now and always.
There’s no one in this whole world who I’d rather be.

I’m to this world a favor. I am needed here
Or else I wouldn’t be here as who I am now.
I can be no one else but me. All others are
Already taken. I don’t have to look too far
For some person I could be. I need but allow
God to mold me into someone who is most dear.

Stop letting the culture define what’s beautiful.
TV and magazine cover images prove
Only that people’s judgements are fickle and vain.
Falling for such social feces causes much pain.
You’ve been made to feel ugly, but please know that you’ve
Been approved by divinity. This is no bull.

You may not like who you are. You have weaknesses,
But don’t beat up on yourself for all you’ve done wrong.
That will only keep you in a difficult place.
Start enjoying the pleasure of God’s loving grace.
Be the self that you are now and it won’t be long
Before you will know nothing but huge successes.

There Is No Name For It

Conscious Nebulous Forces

All that is and that ever was has not a name.
Many have been used, but we’ve become rather bored
With defining and naming something so nameless.
All is all but one substance, and in the process
It evolves all quite seemingly of its accord.
We know too little about where everything came.

It’s an off and on universe. Now you see it.
Now you don’t. It’s the forces of the yang and yin
That define our perceptions of all taking place.
From complete utter nothingness to time and space
That which is ever nameless is where we begin
To get some understanding as it will permit.

“But what if the bad forces win out over good?”
This question comes from ignorance of energy
And its back and forth nature. We tremble in fear.
The potential of living a future austere
Amplifies the illusion of needing to be
In control of the nameless as it’s understood.

Wouldn’t it have been easier had their been not
The first cause of creation and all come to be?
Nothingness is unthinkable. Can it exist
Without something to contrast? That which does persist
Is consciousness eternal and evidently
Some people take delight in giving it much thought.

Relief

Ascending The Emotional Ladder

In releasing resistance I find true relief.
I must know that this feeling is better by far
Than a hell ever present. The sorrow and pain
That I have caused for others because I’m insane
Now congest the insides of me and leave a scar
On my sense of direction. I am my own thief.

The emotional ladder is what I must climb.
From the bottom abysmal with deepest despair,
The next rung is anger. I need someone to blame.
It’s a much better feeling wherein I reclaim
Some power that I’d lost by not being aware
That there is such a spectrum. It’s here all the time.

Moving up the emotional scale is to feel
My way to satisfaction, and from there, onward
To the freedom and peace that I ask strongly for.
There is only momentum toward that and more.
The resistance I nurture cannot be ignored.
I can only release it in order to heal.

Nowhere near to the top do I find myself now.
Although I feel relief, no vibrational match
Does it make to fulfillment of ultimate dreams.
The increase in momentum between the extremes
Of emotion I’m able to use to detach
From what’s wrong with my present then learn to allow.

On Transforming The Tough Spot

Transforming the Bad Situation

Lessons learned by children who have gone through the worst
One could ever imagine are wisdom for all.
With our lives, our comparisons, uselessly made
To the wrong kinds of people may leave us betrayed
By ourselves through the process. The ones who are small
And erupting with life know not that they are cursed.

In the mid nineteen thirties, the plight of the Jews
That we know as the holocaust, was never known
By a brother and sister – the girl aged thirteen
And the boy, about eight years. Hate would intervene
In their healthy development. Left on their own
At the fate of the Nazis, they’d no right to choose.

Family Separation does damage untold
And creates special karma for those who do wrong.
This level of malevolent behavior brings
Upon its perpetrators appropriate things.
Thankfully, by God’s nature, most children are strong.
Fun and joy are their essence when they’re not controlled.

Taken from wealth and comfort to life in duress,
The young boy did adapt well. A toll it did take
On the teen and with hormones of adolescence.
Just because the boy lost something, she took offense
And belittled her brother who was a headache.
Her truest discontentment she could not repress.

They were then separated. This turn of events
Sent her off to a death camp where she did not die
But was worked to death daily for more than four years.
As the only survivor, she shed many tears
For the loss of her family. And this is why
She avowed to recover from guilt that torments.

She was harsh with her brother. He now was no more.
She regretted those last things she’d said in anger.
She committed to saying only a kind word
To all she may encounter, for it is preferred
Since we know not if this is the last encounter.
Her life blossomed because she found the open door.

Thoughts On Death

The Adjustment Through Mourning

Wondering what it would be like to go to sleep
And to never wake up is the fog of mourning.
The next logical question, were it to be asked
Through gut wrenching emotion for one who has passed,
Is: “What was it like waking up after having
Never been asleep?”
(If you don’t know… This Is Deep!)

Thoughts of death bring on panic – an instinct normal
For surviving, as creatures of nature we are.
Disappearance from earth is simply seasonal.
Every current of life leads to one waterfall.
One cannot fight the current. The stream is by far
Too much for the mere ego who must feel but small.

Happiness and security doesn’t consist
Of the clinging onto things… especially change.
Senses become awakened with this much insight.
A discernible difference ever so slight
Between this world and heaven can be not so strange.
It’s been known that the two worlds indeed coexist.

We all know very well that after people die
Other people are born, and we all are the same.
We can only experience one at a time
Each and everyone of us. Is this not sublime?
When death comes to us we are still part of the game.
Letting oneself accept it is the best goodbye.

Don’t Be Enslaved, Jim

The Futility of Confrontation

If it’s someone I know, I should ask only once.
…Maybe twice or a third time, if I know them well.
But to bother folks constantly with what I want
Is unfitting behavior. I don’t want to haunt
Like a pesky old ghost on a mission from hell.
As I force myself on others, I am the dunce.

Do I want to be pleasant or nasty with folk?
That should always be obvious. When it is not
It’s because I have chosen to react to life.
If instead I responded, I’d feel much less strife
Reacting does enslave me. My life is then fraught.
If I act out in misery, I’m my own joke.

Do I want to get good at abusing brick walls?
It’s a stiff occupation. They don’t respond well
To my thirst for attention. My Mood Is On Me.
I do put myself through immense purgatory.
To respond is to master my story to tell.
To react to rejection is when my mood falls.