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Gratitude Makes It Happen

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In a big way I’m selfish. It’s all about me.
There are so many wishes that I want fulfilled
And I’m totally satisfied with where I am
Even with all its chaos. I work a program
Where I get most things done because I am strong-willed.
Am I somewhat disgusting? I don’t want to be.

Through experience I learn the way to behave.
Because I am hard headed there’s no other way.
I’ve learned that when I don’t care, things turn out alright,
And I don’t have to struggle, much to my delight.
My resistance vibration causes me dismay
Can I weed out the habits that do self-enslave?

The entire world is revolving around me
And every one else. It’s counterintuitive
At this point, but it will not be for very long.
There’s an uncanniness to my getting things wrong.
It’s a specialized talent that I’m made to live,
But I don’t have to use it if I let things be.

All in all, it’s a good life. I am grateful for
All the things that still thrill me. I appreciate
That I can be excited without anything
In the outer world causing it. What it can bring
Is an ease of contentment. When I’m in that state
I expect and am showered with blessings galore. 

Gratitude Is Not Attitude

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It’s an intricate fabric of which I’m a thread.
There is always a place where I’m part of the fold.
Neither feelings of loneliness nor perceived guilt
Can convene to antagonize what has been built
Over eons. My true heart cannot be controlled
By illusions of misfortune that lie ahead.

As life happens around me, the thing I see most
Is how much is involved in the moment at hand.
Every bite that I take… many did make it so
Through the chain of production, as most people know.
What goes into each moment, then, is rather grand.
I can take time to be and be fully engrossed.

Gratitude is not attitude. It’s a wellspring
That flows freely from feelings of utter content.
To call such thing an attitude doesn’t say much.
It implies I’m aggressively cold to the touch.
Gratitude is a break from my will to resent.
It’s a pleasure to be a part of everything.