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Gratitude Makes It Happen

Loving Here And Now

I enjoy being called upon to do something
Wonderful and exciting. It gives me the chance
To show off my magnificent abilities.
I am grateful that I can perform with such ease.
Everyone gets a kick out of my song and dance.
To the table I have but my best self to bring.

I don’t need the condition to get this feeling
Of fulfillment. Others are not necessary
For me to be about life truly excited.
All alone I can be perfectly delighted.
It is as if the whole world revolves around me.
I know how to reach a state that is appealing.

It is counterintuitive to me right now,
But it won’t be for long. The more effort offered,
The more I hold myself in the wrong vibration.
In this way I can hardly get anything done.
I’ll become a spiritually conscious nerd
So that infinite wisdom I’ll learn to allow.

For this life I am grateful. It’s an emotion
I can feel without trying if I really care
About joy in my living. My acknowledging
The good things about life and appreciating
Everything I consider a sacred prayer.
Gratitude is something to give much devotion.

Turkey In The Straw

I Scream Bigotry

There’s a song that keeps ringing in my ears these days.
As it plays innocently, my fond memories
Are of laughter. The years of my youth were carefree.
Unaware of how the tune has affected me
After decades, I now have a mental disease
That I welcome. It’s one that is worthy of praise.

The eeriest of earworms eats out at the mind.
Unobstructed by commonsense, it has control,
For the moment, of my worthiness to exist
In true freedom. I have the power to resist
The temptation to shuffle and play the dark soul.
The song has power over the one who is blind.

Ice cream is milk and honey. This land that I know
Is uncivil. The white hoods have now been removed.
Thankfulness for the story that is created
Is a challenge if its origin is hated
By the ones who only want conditions improved
For the whole. It would seem there’s a long way to go.

Grateful I am for who I am. Where I belong
Is where I am. The contrafacta may evolve
To the loudest dog whistle made for the turkey
In the straw of the barnyard of humanity.
Sins of ego I am most obliged to absolve.
Thankfulness is believing that nothing is wrong.

Gratitude Makes It Happen

Open Heart Mastery

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.