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My True Self

Sep14

My Calm And Passionate Inner Being

Unattached from my wanting, My True Self and I
Are related by feeling. There cannot be one
Single thing that I must have to be happy now.
As I listen to My True Self I can allow
Everything to fulfill me while I’m having fun.
If things go well for me I need not wonder why.

So, do I have to let go of all my desires
To experience happiness? Does it make sense
To my ego to not want? Can it come to know
The wholeness of its being? Can wellbeing flow
To the self somewhat conscious and caught in suspense?
Can the conscious part do what my spirit requires?

To let go of attachments is to become free
Of the ego’s addiction to dreams coming true
In the physical quickly. They are full of fear
That they won’t. To my fulfillment I must adhere.
My True Self knows exactly the things I should do
In the blissful meantime of things coming to be.

Life is wonderful even with all the contrast.
The adhesive and tricky stuff keeps me aware
Of my need to remain focused on how I feel
In relation to My True Self who is more real
Than I am. My ego needs to learn how to care
For the feeling that matters and will ever last.

Bluebird

Sep10

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.

I Am

Jul2

Unlike Any Other

Welcome magic and wonder, true brilliance, and grace.
Welcome joy, satisfaction, all pleasure, and strength.
May the essence of beauty and presence of form
Be the way of existence and surely the norm.
Excellence be the blessing throughout the wavelength
Of the spectrum of Being in this time and space.

What I seek I have already. What I must know,
I can understand. All I wish I could, I can.
Who I want to be, I am. What I seek, I own.
I comply with the knowing that I’m not alone
And have never be so since before life began.
I accept love and give all that I have also.

I am seed. I am tree; the flower and the bee.
Fire and wind I am both. I am mother and child.
I am mighty and loud, yet I silently tread
Lightly upon this earth. The goodwill that is spread
Is of nature. I am reason, and I am wild.
I’m the buyer and seller who oft’ disagree.

I am ease and great power; the bridge and tower.
I am sand and the beach. I am student; I teach.
Modest and monumental, I’m brave yet gentle.
I’m all that exists and I’m coincidental.
I am many and few; I am every and each
Of God’s essence within you as life does occur.