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Your Dominant Mantra

The Vibration Unique In The Universe

Happily Ever After is how life unfolds.
Watch for and expect the next opportunity…
Then the next, and the next… And be fully aware
That your place in the universe is something rare.
Let Your Dominant Mantra allow you to be
Intertwined with creation and all that it holds.

Happily Ever After is how you’re to live.
You need not to accomplish, or even set goals
Because what you are reaching for through your success
Is the symbol eternal of true joyfulness
In connecting with who you are. All of our souls
Have the power to receive and also to give.

 You were not meant to struggle nor wallow in pain.
Disconnected from yourself, you cannot allow
The goodness that the universe offers freely
To all that which it’s made of. There’s no need to be
Serious about living. You need not know how
Only that you are worthy of maximum gain.

By not sweating the small stuff, which is of all things,
You will tune your awareness toward who you are.
At your core, you are pure love, and this consciousness
For yourself and your circumstance gives you access
To your life of fulfillment, which never is far.
Be open to the bounty your universe brings.

Stop Thinking About It

When The Mind Is In Overdrive

When I’m outcome fixated I can’t see beyond
The most unfulfilled present. My thoughts turn to things
That I don’t want and never have. What I must do
Is to alter my thinking, if only I knew
How to do it effectively. But my mind clings
To the now which is past tense where turmoil is spawned.

The cycle become vicious, I learn through its pain.
My receiver must be tuned to the frequency
Of the righteous transmitting of infinite grace.
Every bit of the whole process I must embrace.
Forever on the leading edge of what’s to be,
How can I stop resistance for maximum gain?

Energy that creates worlds is flowing through me.
Why rely on someone for the life I desire?
I create my experiences while awake,
Yet unconscious of many wrong paths that I take
On the way to fulfillment, wisdom I acquire.
Thoughts I think must align with who I want to be.

The process of achieving must entertain doubt.
The resistance it offers may cause me to think.
“Show me, then I’ll believe it.” It works not that way.
“Just stop thinking about it throughout the whole day,
Then with infinite forces, you’ll be well in sync.”
I can know that in good time, good things will work out.

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.

The Missing Piece

That Which Everyone Is In Search Of

I’ve been feeling there’s something in life that should change.
Some resistance I do have knowing exactly
How or what it would look like, but how it would feel
Must be my only focus. Then life will reveal
What it is that I’m missing. The trick is to be,
With regard to passion, within receiving range.

Stand I must in the wholeness in true resonance
With who I am and revel, then changes will come.
And I will recognize them on their way to me.
It’s a struggle to create deliberately
Because there’s an awareness one can’t escape from.
It’s resistance about the current circumstance.

Remaining on the treadmill of things as they are
Prevents me from their changing to something other
Than to keep trying, then failing. Then the despair
Takes control of the spirit. No wellness is there.
To make peace with where I am now has to occur.
The next piece about making peace then can’t be far.

The ability to feel good no matter what
Is the treasure I must know that I own outright.
Where, when, or how is not the question to be asked.
It is why that I want that leaves goodness unmasked
So that I can discover with utter delight.
Getting through the resistance, one needs a shortcut.

With A Slight Shift In Focus

Independent Direction

Little things I can manifest often enough.
Not much effort is needed. They come easily.
But the bigger things I want are more difficult
To bring into existence. My efforts result
In things taking a long time to happen for me.
Is there some way I’m thinking that’s making this tough?

There is no difference between big things and small.
They can both be created with little effort
And as fast as is wanted. It’s expectation
That is often at issue for most everyone.
Little things we believe strongly, but we fall short
When it comes to the larger things that may enthrall.

One can train to expect things to happen quickly
Through a shifting of focus towards one’s desire.
I’m observing where I am, so here I will be
Until I choose to look at something completely
Different from what is now. It then must inspire
And accelerate timing most absolutely.

It depends on me only how long it will take
To clean up my vibration and focus much more
On the life that I’m living without all the stress.
Above anything else, I must trust the process.
Resolute expectation of what is in store
Is the one shift in focus that’s my lucky break.

Empathy And Compassion

The Subtle Difference

True compassion is looking clearly at someone
Through the eyes of their better self while maintaining
One’s own sense of wellbeing. It’s good that we care
For how others are doing. Most folks are aware
Of the unending plight of human suffering
And would offer their help if something could be done.

Empathy is the understanding and sharing
Of the feelings of others. It falls somewhat short
Of the call to right action. One senses the pain
In the other, but pity is offered in vain.
This is certainly not conducive to support.
Negative connotations can empathy bring.

There are kindhearted people who can become prey
To those who’ve become needy professionally.
They’ve perfected the fine art of drawing folks in
To their confounding drama that makes the head spin.
One must exercise caution in giving freely
Of oneself in this real world in which we all play.

I can’t ignore the needy because I am one
Not through my better judgment does my growth occur.
Nonetheless, I am wealthy for all that I learn.
Need I feel like the object of someone’s concern
When I can live the life that I truly prefer?
I now know of compassion. New life is begun.

Problems Create Solutions

Every Piece Is Important

Things are meant to go through changes. That is the way
Of this physical universe. All that takes place
That is seen as not wanted provides the answer
To the realization that I would prefer.
It supplies all desire, this particular space,
And the Law of Attraction I can’t disobey.

The only choice I have is between abundance
And the lack of it. At once, not both can be done.
Plastic in the world’s oceans causes much distress
To the creatures and my conscience. If I express
Enough comment about it, then work is begun
By the infinite forces on the circumstance.

Such an issue can become fuel for the future.
The notion is not farfetched given we’ve evolved
First through coal, then through steam, then to jet engine fuel…
Nuclear, then to solar. Desire is a tool
That can be used to get most of our problems solved.
How this universe functions we can know for sure.

I believe in infinity – not the finite,
And that there is more than less. I know that something
Occurs more than does nothingness. I’ll take the thrill
Of the answers forthcoming, if I learn to chill.
Can I practice the joy that my wanting will bring?
It is best that I see that my future is bright.

The Dance With Disaster

The Detergent Duo

Can the hell I’ve created be worse than the one
In the service of Satan? Is my world the same
As the one that I’m meant for, if it does exist?
If indeed I am not there, am I sorely missed?
My unnatural acting has caused me much shame.
Terrified of the tango, I feel it’s begun.

My true self is the partner who wears a disguise
To prevent me from knowing from where lessons come.
Knowing whence they came leads to the easy way out
Of experience needed. While flailing about
On the dance floor of life, I know not where I’m from,
Which, to my knowing partner, is not a surprise.

This is all about feeling the best that I can
Through the world of confusion and eminent doom.
Interaction consensual cannot dissolve.
The exchange of emotion can only evolve
To a worthy performance inside the ballroom.
Guidance comes through my partner. I don’t have to plan.

Chronic is such a topic as personal pain,
But I feel it’s my duty to get it all down
Where the whole world can see it and be entertained
Or enlightened. My purpose will have been attained
In the long run. I can’t dance while wearing a frown.
If I get myself through this, there’s so much to gain.

Screw What Others Think!

Ignore The Useless Chatter

People’s mouths are their assholes too often it seems.
Body parts we all have, and they’re all much the same.
Certain parts of the psyche that do the most harm
Are also the very ones that are used to charm
The way through life as if it were just a fun game.
Differences among psyches span all extremes.

How does life get much better? Need I poll the crowd
And record all my findings, then make a report
To the obsessive compulsive self in some need
Of notice from outside itself? This can but lead
To a life loud and looney. I sell myself short
By the buying of likes. How can I then feel proud?

Prostitution made social, perception is clear
Of the ways human nature perceives and responds
To the slightest vibrations. Making others wrong…
Or myself is of no use. I’m where I belong.
It is natural, yet I must learn to form bonds
That retain their significance year after year.

All the ones who accept and support me are those
Who are of a like feather. They mirror the bird
Rising up from the ashes of foolish mistakes.
My opponents are, for me, a source of headaches.
I shall take no one’s temperature, as preferred,
But my own through a process I need not disclose.

Wanting Money To Come

Financial Struggle

Out of myself, and dangerously, so to speak,
Purgatory is manifest, and that is all
That consumes too much energy. It shouldn’t be
Wasted on idle worrying incessantly.
How could I ever get used to feeling so small?
I do not want to see the contents of my creek.

Constant is the dilemma. To get things to flow,
Like the blood through its vessels, or current through wires…
Takes what I’m sorely lacking. All that I can do
Is exist in psychosis, always feeling blue.
Rather than pumping increase into my desires
Can I lessen resistance and mitigate woe?

Paralyzed by depression, the motion I need
To take place in an instant takes forever long.
In the meantime, as creditors’ calls gain in strength,
Fear that I will end up going to any length
To escape the torment including doing wrong
Eats away at my essence. For freedom I plead.

There is balance between my belief and desire.
How I can best achieve it is not to feel bad.
It’s one hell of a challenge given how things are.
I must know that relief from my pain isn’t far.
Can I honor this journey and learn to be glad
Even though my circumstances seem so damned dire?

In the realm of the spirit, I promised that I
Would have many desires – some of them very strong,
And that I’d know the difference, by how I feel,
Whether or not I’m close to my chosen ideal.
I can do nothing else but stay where I belong –
In that state of allowing, not needing to try.

Incensitive Spirit

Therapy Of Aroma

Why the burning of incense was done for so long
Is because of its healing and clearing effects.
May cultures use it as a tool to evoke
God’s support for the meditative state. The smoke,
As it fills the room, changes physical aspects
Of the space for the better. It need not be strong.

Used by many a culture for thousands of years,
Herbs and resins were precious known commodities.
They can kill some bacteria and help the ill
To recover more quickly than taking a pill.
They are made for the indoors where there is no breeze.
Funky air is untidy, and incense it clears.

There are energy structures within every space
Created by the space itself. They can affect
The psychology in terms of feeling and mood.
All depends, in the moment, on how things are viewed,
And these things are to always be given respect.
Negative energy structures one can displace.

From old trees in the forests in enchanted lands
Come the purest of resins – not chemically
Can a product be worthy of doing its job.
If it’s not made by nature, one’s health it may rob.
Indoors made into outdoors is done easily.
This is offered in hope that your knowledge expands.

Tipping The Vibrational Scale

To One's Own Advantage

When consumed in vibration, like feeling my best
At whatever I’m doing, I need to take care
That I won’t then feel guilty. What if the next shoe
That will drop is calamity. What will I do
If my mood begins plummeting out of nowhere?
Can I know that forever and always I’m blessed?

“I have found my beloved. She is my soul mate.
Whenever we’re together our hearts beat as one.
I have wished for so many things that have come true.
Feeling so much on top of the world as I do,
I can know that my asking will never be done
And there is not an ending to what I create.”

I cannot know the bigness of provident grace.
I provide the ingredients through my desire.
Then forces universal take over from there.
All I need do is let go and be more aware
Of assurances given me as they conspire
To surprise and delight me all over the place.

Seeking thought non-resistant, the pleasure therein
Is the mind made more quiet. Can I tip the scale
From my guilt for enjoyment of life here and now?
I must feel myself worthy, then I can allow
What is good to come to me in every detail.
Can I rid myself of my existential sin?

Wonderful things may happen. Amazed I’ll not be
Though it goes against habit. Some work it does take
To where I am expectant of things working out
To my general favor. The presence of doubt
Is a cumbersome killjoy that leads to heartache.
All that I have been asking for will come to be.

Sure Signs

Proofs Of Providence

When does life happen for me? This question I pray
To whatever will hear it and give an answer
That I can perceive readily and understand.
Humbled by present circumstance, I can’t demand
That the provident forces do as I prefer.
My addiction to Sure Signs consumes me this day.

But I know that in good time the good life will come.
That I can conjure up enough passion in me
Is a manifestation that I can’t ignore.
Can I be satisfied with my not getting more
Than a wonderful feeling and be completely
In the state of receiving? This is hard for some.

When the words come right to me with relative ease
And the things that I write about start to make sense
To that self who is needy, it is a sure sign
That the things that I’m asking for soon will be mine.
But to savor the feeling of blissful suspense
Is to be still in lack mode. Not much will I seize.

My words are of importance, but only so far
As they give inspiration, if only to me.
I feel that I’m quite worthy to still be alive.
Though I’ve made some mistakes, I’m expected to thrive.
Validation I need not in order to be
In the state of acceptance of things as they are.

Afterlife Now!

No Other Time Is Better

As the fit hits the shan and I get the back hand
Of a pissed off society, what can I do?
There’s no left or right exiting off of this stage.
I wish that I could wave a wand and disengage
From this path I have taken. I am someone who
Has screwed up so profoundly that I can’t expand.

It’s not that it’s a cruel world. This I had known
Since before my arrival into this strange now.
Since from spirit I did come, why then would I choose
To submit to a gamble wherein I may lose
And create yet more karma? How can I know how
To see clearly the guidance I clearly am shown?

They remain yet unanswered… These questions I ask
Of an infinite universe… Are they worthwhile
To be spending time pondering while I am here?
Would heaven build a schoolhouse to learn about fear?
I cannot shake the feeling that I’m in exile
And to find my way back to somewhere is my task.

What I feel is nostalgia for somewhere unknown
To my present reality, and my yearning
Is for how I felt coming here – not going back
Until I get to deal with my issues of lack.
Contemplating the afterlife often will bring
On that wonderful feeling right now on its own.

Know Thyself

The Spiritual Mirror Image

Since childhood I’ve been learning and relearning things
That others get the first time and with greater ease.
I don’t find it a problem until I’m perceived
And am judged for the way I am. Then I am peeved.
But I’ve been a fine bastard with my psychoses
And this self-observation – my ego it stings.

It’s and ongoing process. Self-discovery
Grows from learning of this world and all of its ways.
But the self that is studied is of the body
And the thing that we know as personality
Yet the more subtle essence for most of us stays
In the depths of the psyche concealed completely.

I would study myself, but just what does that mean?
I must ask myself questions that puzzle me so.
Is myself the perceiver? Or am I that who
Perceives he who’s perceiving? If I follow through
With this interrogation, what truth could I know?
…Consciousness is recursive and clearly obscene?

The mind is a fifth limb. It will grasp and hold on
To the things it perceives. I know that it’s a tool.
It itself is perceived by that which is unnamed.
The true self is a mirror wherein all is framed
In its pureness of being. I’ll take that as cool.
It’s the source of all selfhood from which life is drawn.

How To Feel About Money

Attitude Toward The TokenSeparate is the problem from the solution.
It must stay that way, otherwise things don’t work out.
In the answer, the question is not returned to.
Life’s direction is one way. There is forward view.
Hindsight is only good for admitting that doubt
Is built into the way things are normally done.

I don’t want a rough ride through life. I want freedom
From the fears that my feelings of lack place on me.
Every subject is two subjects – like a magnet
Has two poles that are opposite. What I beget
Depends squarely upon which end I mostly see.
Simply thinking about money renders me glum.

Placing that money magnet aside for a spell
To then pick up another one that feels better
Is my best course of action – which is not to act.
When the subject of money has lethal impact
It is best to kibosh the damned thing then defer
It to when I’m more suited and feeling quite well.

On one end is the money. On the other end
Are the feelings of happiness, freedom, and flow.
I want many more choices to do what is fun…
The feeling that the universe truly is one
With my passion and worthiness. I must let go
And let treasures from heaven upon me descend.

 

Lucidity

The Wealth Of The Waking Dream State

Many know of the dream state where one can control
Narrative, the environment, and character
Of experience totally. While in this state
One becomes most attuned to new things to create.
What would happen would be just as one would prefer.
It’s believed that this method achieves any goal.

Famous people had used it before science new
It was something to study in every detail.
Since then, many are taking advantage of it.
Benefits are amazing. One can be more fit
To live life with exuberance while on its trail.
Yet, there’s some preparation the novice must do.

While awake throughout each day, reality checks
Should be done very often. A good one to use
Is the ‘finger through hand’ test. When one is dreaming
The finger will go through the hand – such a strange thing!
Now, I know that to many, this isn’t big news.
But my job is to share interesting subjects.

How to get to the lucid dream state is easy
And involves waking then going right back to sleep
While the mind remains active and widely awake.
While the body’s paralysis is no mistake,
It returns one to REM sleep. It’s best that one keep
Pen and paper available expectantly.

On The Brink Of Becoming

Unavoidable Excitement

Life gets pretty exciting as tightness gives way
To a lack of resistance. By one single thread
Does my wealth withered ego hang on to some thing
That will open the floodgates and easily bring
Tons of wealth headed for me. I’m sorely misled
By what life has to offer that I must obey.

Take your internet job search and stick it up where
Daylight never does enter. I’m not a damned slave.
I delight in my attitude being piss poor.
Suppose I interview you, you ignorant whore?
You are one third my age, and the way you behave
Is as if I’m some dipshit in need of a prayer.

“Get your sorry ass solvent, and pay your damned bills!”
Yes, I do get the message, but kindly fuck off.

Desperation is dangerous for all involved.
And the more I am fucked with, the less gets resolved.
I don’t feel like a creature that feeds from a trough.
I’ll avoid people judging me because it kills.

So, my phone remains unplugged. I’ll have no contact
With the world of disaster that I’ve created.
Well cocooned in my workspace, my value must grow.
I have asked for the universe, and I can know
What the world cannot tell me. I’ll rely instead
On belief in Becoming one who can attract.

Happiness Amid Horror

Sublime Ignorance of the Status Quo

I Exist. Don’t I know it! This heat is intense.
It consumes not my sorrow. It savers my soul.
Agony is what I know in this time and place.
I cannot keep my mind off the horror I face
Through confounded incompetence while on parole
From abysmal circumstance. Have I some defense?

I can see through the flames just as they see in me
Their reflection in pure light. They’re taken aback.
Unexpected behavior to them is obscene.
I did wake up this morning. The grass is still green.
And although I’m consumed with such feelings of lack,
I’ve a lot going for me. That much I can see.

Satisfaction and relief feel almost the same.
I have deactivated the resistant part
Of my vibration righteously. Now I’m intent
On that satisfied feeling. I can’t be hellbent
On a manifestation. What’s dear to my heart
Is that sense of alignment. It’s my only aim.

Getting into the Vortex is what rings my bell.
It’s the state where my passion for life can explode
Into wonderful feelings and brighter insights.
Can I then be more open to reaching new heights?
My existence in hell is a brief episode.
In the heart of abundance my true self does dwell.

Instant Alignment

A Quick Way To A Moment Of Bliss

It takes much self-control to let go of control.
It’s not easy to do and contrary to all
That I’m asking the universe for everyday.
Screw my determination. It’s best that I pray
That I give up my efforting. It forms a wall
Between me and wellbeing. It’s bad for the soul.

Have I done enough goal setting? Or have I reached
An impasse of performance upon the life stage?
Someone should know these answers. Why isn’t it me?
What on God’s green earth would it take for me to see
That I’m meant to do things where I fully engage
All that I have to offer wherein I’m beseeched?

My life has been created. I caused it to be
Through my thoughts and behaviors. But there’s a lot more.
I can feel myself being called to what I know
Is the right way for me. I’m most willing to go.
If I can but relax, it will open the door
So that goodness can flow freely to and from me.

There is no rush. I don’t have to figure things out.
I am fairly good at being myself by now.
It is natural for things to turn out for me.
When I feel fun in doing, whatever it be,
I’m the willing boat floating who then can allow
This life stream to Align me. I have not a doubt.

A Spoonful Of Contrition

A Most Selfish Act

I must know that I’m worthy although I’ve done wrong.
For my soul, I seek justice, but I must live on
So that I suffer vividly in solitude.
All who own me know they have the right to intrude
Upon my conscience all through the night until dawn.
My regret become karmic is where I belong.

All must seek retribution for what I have done.
As my life caves in on me, all that I should know
Is that some small redemption exists for this soul.
I don’t ask that the balance of my life be whole
But allow me the substance to pay what I owe
Otherwise, my existence is much worse than none.

But I can’t get there from here. I know for a fact
That I must have the feeling before conditions
Start to manifest for me. My sorrow blocks it.
How do I balance karma if I’m poorly fit
To function as a human among sacred ones
Who provide my life lessons with relative tact?

Universe, please connect me to all I deserve.
I have no fear in asking; just guide me somehow.
With my head hung in sorrow, intense is my shame.
I hate that I have no one but myself to blame.
Can the Law Of Attraction still let me allow?
Or am I just a screwed one with colossal nerve?

Though I can be facetious in this agony
The damned knot in the stomach is losing its voice.
If it’s silenced completely, is my life ended?
Or will I find relief from existential dread?
Seeing myself as worthy is my only choice.
I cannot turn by back on deciding to be.

The State Of Allowing

The Awareness Of Bliss

In that state of wellbeing I most want to be…
Where I find some relief from the problems I face.
“Lack Of Money” – the sign I flash unconsciously
Keeps the good life from coming. This hurt part of me
Is the subject of complete financial disgrace.
What I want is to be more financially free.

So, this drum I’ve been beating is quite negative.
It puts me in a cold sweat. I can’t keep my head
In the sand for much longer. Things only get worse.
As my thoughts become dangerous, I feel the curse
Put upon me by myself. Each moment I dread.
It affects my digestion. It’s no way to live.

My vibration is fucked up. I can’t deny that
Nor refrain from profanity. All that I feel
Has a purpose that spirit has asked me to share.
Those who know they’re not worthy must know that I care
For those suffering as I do. This Shit Is Real!
How do I engage myself in mortal combat?

Well the answer is simple. I can take a break
From my hell through a virtual reality.
Fantasy therapeutic and most creative
Will allow universal forces to then give
All that I have been asking. I just have to be
In The State Of Allowing. Too much is at stake.

How Life Enters The Body

Intra-Cosmic Gestation

The realm of the eternal is where all come from.
Aliens of the spirit descend and take hold
Of this time space reality within bodies
To remain for a brief while as flesh entities.
Here to know one another in ways manifold,
The experience can be difficult for some.

Every being has free will. Decisions are made
But can change at an instant, and nature responds
To the slight imperfections in the energy
Of the person becoming someone all can see.
Sometimes spirit and body cannot hold their bonds
And stillbirth leaves the mother and father dismayed.

Once our mothers expecting were pampered a lot.
Nowadays, they keep working. “It’s not a big deal!”
…But it was to the ancients. Women who were wise

Knew that comfort and pleasantness would crystalize
In the soul of the fetus a friendlier feel.
It still owns the decision to be here or not.

In the scull, there’s a front door… a trap door it was
At the time of our infancy. It was soft skin –
Not of hard bone, but supple, All exit through there.
Until then, our survival is treaded with care.
Now that I know I’m stuck here, it’s time to begin
Living out what was intended by the first cause.

Freedom

The Wildness of Awareness

What do we know of freedom? People without grace
Populating the planet and causing disease
Across manifold species and nature’s systems,
What we manifest easily also condemns
Us to social psychosis. The power we seize
We’re not ready to deal with as one human race.

Animals of the wild – the majestic untamed,
Are the heartbeat of nature. In that, they are wise
To the ways of humanity and keep away.
Never would it occur to these ones to betray
Anything that is of them. They wear no disguise
Nor are they ever feeling distraught or ashamed.

Freedom is such a state where no choices are made.
That there is freedom in choice is simply not true.
Hesitation the act is before deciding
Which bootstraps to pull up on – an obsessive thing
To be doing to oneself. What one ought to do
Is to be more spontaneous and less afraid.

I can’t change anything here… myself included.
All I can do is witness and go with the flow
Which I know I’m a part of. It’s all that I’ll be.
I relax in this truth and have more energy
To fulfill my ambitions and wholesomely grow
To completion in freedom without the bloodshed.

Part of this world I am. I am not it’s victim
Yet a cog in a clockwork no longer impressed
By the world’s man made magic. The Freedom I know
Is the spirit within me that’s destined to grow.
We’re becoming a species that truly is blessed
But if we cannot know this our chances are slim.

A Blue Jay’s Visit

Mischievous Messenger

There can be no disturbance like that of a bird
Who’s become a winged messenger of the divine.
Like the clear sky is blue with some whiteness of cloud,
The blue jay’s colors match it. That’s why it is proud.
For your visit I’ve waited. You are a sure sign
That the words that I need to hear soon will be heard.

Petrified am I often of sudden noises
Loud and shrill, they’re a nuisance. I can’t get much done
When the country is high on bombs bursting in air.
I was there once, but this time it wouldn’t be fair
To the brave who have fallen. I celebrate none
Of the grossly ironic that life proposes.

But that damned cackling blue jay is at my front door
Making such a commotion. At first I’m annoyed
At it’s utter audacity at audio.
My first thought is that this frigging creature must go.
But then it occurs to me it must be employed
By the angels in heaven where I’ve been before.

I am told that in boldness I must carry on
And defend my position vociferously.
Time for shyness is over. I haven’t grown meek.
I am guided by spirit by now. All I seek
Is the means to remain open and completely
In the hands of divinity as is the dawn.

Sea Fever

The Call To Fluid Abandon

So dissolved is the prone self… The Sea is a dream
That fulfills but my yearning for total release
From the pressures of living in society.
I’m not good as a breeder; I fail completely.
Among all that is nebulous I find my peace.
There must be resolution for actions extreme.

The nostalgia transcends me. I am one with those
Who are drawn to the same soothing subconscious source
Of the spirit’s abandon and soul’s redemption.
Having been there before, it is life that I shun
In this prison of selfhood. The eternal force
Beckoning me to freedom is what my heart knows.

That the duty befits me, my choices are made
By the infinite cycles that churn the bottom
Of the cauldron of nature. In err I belong
In a world where I can do a whole lot of wrong
And where it’s more than likely that I’m seen as scum.
Rendezvous with enigma cannot be delayed.

The faint face of a person the surface reveals.
Constant movement expresses the changing currents
Of the modes of expression that I may release
What is left of my wretched soul and find some peace.
Nothing ever need become of my life’s events
And The Sea is the ultimate place where it heals.

I Am

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.

Another World

Alien To All That Is Known

From one world to another I want to transcend
In a state meditative whenever I can.
Freedom I have to enter a world of pure bliss
Which in life is the sweetest nectar. Like a kiss
To the confounded consciousness, it is more than
A brief break from attention the mind does expend.

With a peanut sized consciousness I can only
Have a peanut sized understanding of most things
But if I can expand it beyond boundaries
Then the world becomes friendly, and my acts appease
Others’ whose offer harshness. The exercise brings
On a flood of awareness most definitely.

There’s a pure vibrant ocean of consciousness in
Each one of us, and it’s called The Unified Field.
Modern science says all matter emanates from
This Field which has a consciousness that can become
That of anyone seeking it. What is revealed
Is awareness divine yet within human skin.

People look like friends rather than enemies when
They have sought true alignment by going within
Where there’s infinite knowing, creative release,
And a path that will lead to the ultimate peace.
Can this life be a game that one can play to win
With no harm done to others as ever has been?

Who Possesses One’s Back?

Trust In The State Of Affairs

We rely much on others for so many things.
Human interdependence on one another
Is the backbone society bares to possess.
Yet with trillions of bones to pick, people obsess
Over what makes the buck stop, then want to defer
All its value to nothingness and what it brings.

When someone has departed this physical plane
Of existence – one who was the main bread winner,
Those surviving may suffer a multiple loss.
With no income replacement they must bear the cross
Of maintaining their way of life. Debt may incur.
Money problems are what drive most people insane.

But, the dead are not missing, although they are missed
Through believing that communication has ceased.
They reach out to us frequently after they’re ‘gone.’
Some can hear what they tell them and rely upon

A much wider perspective where trust is increased
In the infinite process in which all exist.

Only when in alignment can spirit be heard.
To be in the receptive mode is important
If one seeks independence from all ownership
Of one’s back, and it helps to get a firmer grip
On the true self within who alone can supplant
Providence of the worldly and its fickle word.

Three Times A Day

Trinity Divine

Empty space has Intelligence. Science takes note.
It is called the Akash and contains everything
That is known to be universe and far beyond.
We do well by how well we can best correspond
With this network of providence. It’s a wellspring
Of experience that keeps existence afloat.

Things are held into place by the Akashic Space
Everything from an atom to galaxies wide.
If I trust in the process of things working out
I will mitigate misery and useless doubt.
All I want to do is to feel better inside.
The Akash I must thank for holding me in place.

To be able to get the cooperation
Of this most fundamental vital element
Is to live a fulfilled life upon planet earth.
Everyday can be filled with abundance and mirth
Rather than one of struggle and constant torment.
Recognizing the Akash means work has begun.

Long before the sun rises to thirty degrees
Take the time to look out through the Akashic Space.
Take a deep breath, then bow down. Do this once again
At the sun’s peak and setting. A new life will then
Be as sure as existence in this time and place.
Life can be lived in comfort and relative ease.

Oneness Is Equal To Three Whole Halves

Mathematics Of Earth And Spirit

There’s a new app called bUttFuck. If life gets you down,
You can swipe, then bend over to get a lot more
Of what you’ve managed so far without any help.
When the downstroke is hard, there’s a strong healthy yelp
Bellowing through the being and out every pore.
There’s no difference between the smile and the frown.

 Life can be enigmatic if I make it so.
Like the weather in Wichita which is wanting,
It and I can be added to, multiplied by,
Or divided by consciousness if I apply
The least bit of excitement besides my writing
For the wonder of being a part of the flow.

Whole halves are what is needed in mathematics
Of the mental, spiritual, and physical.
Halves that are not whole, whorelike, will sell oneself short.
Body, mind, and spirit need provident support
From that which they’re a part of. Can this rationale
Get me through the next moment without using tricks?

Yes, it can. I can prove it to myself alone
Or through those who can feel me through the collective
Consciousness of humanity. Is it my choice
To reach out or keep silent my peculiar voice?
For a life that is peaceful, I’m willing to give
Whatever it may take, though I’d have to be shown.

Children

Humanity's Treasured Assets

Your children are not your children, this you should know.
Sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself, they
Come through you but not from you. Although they’re with you
They belong not to you. And for all that you do,
You may give them your love, but your thoughts, keep away
For their thoughts are their own as they wholesomely grow.

You may house their young bodies but never their souls.
For theirs dwell in the house of tomorrow which can’t
Be visited by you, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, as their brightness beams.
But do not make them like you nor try to implant
Your beliefs into them. It’s the worst of all goals.

Life goes forward – not backward, and it tarries not
With the things that were yesterday’s. You are the bows
From which your children as living arrows are shot.
The Archer sees the path and will nurture its plot.
With the bow’s might, swift and far will go the arrows.
Through nature’s evolution the wise soul is taught.

Let you bending in the Archer’s hand be gladness
For the ongoing process of love’s expression.
Even as the Archer loves the arrow that flies
He loves also the bow who can well recognize
How to keep itself stable. Your work will be done
In complete loving guidance and pure truthfulness.

Rain Is Right For A Monday

The Periodic Psychic Cleansing

I appreciate rainfall as much as sunshine.
If to me there’s a difference between the two
Then there’s something wrong with me, but not on this day.
It is time for the business of slipping away
To a deep introspection. Whatever I do
Will be worthwhile in spirit. This day will be fine.

Rain is such a fine cleansing of heart and of mind.
Nature puts things in order. Her ways outweigh those
Of the whole of humanity. Therein I learn
To succumb to the rhythmic patterns I discern
In the simplistic trickling as surely it slows
The functions of societies of humankind.

For those souls in the rat race, Monday is the start
Of a week of performing the best that one can.
Companies are the backbones of economies.
We The People are droplets they need to appease.
All together we flow. Every woman and man
Is the priming the pump needs. We each play a part.

Let the rain be the cover that I need today.
Gravity is its calling. The times are severe.
I’ll learn how to discover this world and my place
In its intricate workings, and may it erase
The effects of exhaustion because of my fear.
May my life that is dirtied be cleansed in this way.

The World I Create

The Existence Imagined

Self and Other, the ultimate dichotomy,
Are of singular essence. The world that I see
And the one who is seeing it are a duo
Intertwined in a tight dance. They do not let go
The same world viewed by many can then only be
One that we’re all a part of. We all could agree.

But that’s ideal thinking. In reality,
Magnitude of perspective has staying power.
Strong beliefs held by many can overcome fate.
When they’re used for that purpose, things can turn out great.
It is rarely that positive change does occur
In a world suffering from low morality.

What I am is everything that I’ve come to know
Throughout my life experience. Many billions
Of viewpoints has the same situation at hand.
Any one of them could be minuscule or grand.
 The inherently transcendent – those are the ones
That can raise global consciousness which is now low.

At all times we are part of the situation.
To deny that is foolish and leads to despair.
Through my creative process and vision, I make
A world that is much kinder and wider awake.
No world that is created is too much to bear
As a process of healing is rightly begun.

The World Not My Own

Among Alien Life Form

Why don’t I stop my whining. Things are not that bad
Given I’m in my own world where no one belongs
Nor would want to spend time here. I feel the same way
About having to deal with people every day.
I am grateful that I can keep track of my wrongs
And how lousy I turned out to be as a dad.

To be sociophobic is not a disease
But a means of survival for those who do harm
To others through the mind that is severely ill.
Do I harm others because it gives me a thrill?
Might as well it may, because I sound the alarm
Of intent of the not well as everyone sees.

I’m afraid of humanity – mine most of all.
I am part of a species yet so alien
Am I to all its mores and odd behaviors.
Intellect is not instinct. It only ensures
That the pain will be something I’ll suffer again
And again for atonement for playing it small.

As the race battles rage on across the frontier
Families are the structures that will become more
In touch with their realities. Self and other
Is the realm of existence where life must occur.
Might we get through this well having done it before?
Alien, I am part of a species austere.

Lose Yourself

The 'Self' Does Not Exist

Lose Yourself In This Love… You will find everything.
In This Love, when you lose yourself, all will be well.
Lose Yourself in the moment. Do Not fear the loss.
You will rise from the earth and meet up with The Boss
While embracing the heavens. In bliss you will dwell
With others who are like you, and may angels sing!

Lose Yourself and escape from this frail earthly form.
This body is a chain, and I, its prisoner.
 I must smash through the prison wall and walk outside
With the kings and the princes. No dream is denied.
Never mind what others back on earth would prefer.
Grieving over the loss of folks is quite the norm.

Find escape from the black cloud that does surround you
Then you’ll see your own light as bright as the full moon.
Enter now into that silence. The surest way
Is to Lose Yourself each moment of every day.
What is your life about anyway but a strewn
All about mess of memories that you accrue?

My own life is a struggle. For myself I speak –
Not for anyone else here. It isn’t my place.
I have been someone naughty and too often mean.
My own silence I run from. I cannot be seen
In the light of most others. Am I a disgrace?
One’s own self loss is personal and quite unique.

The Hereafter Is Here

There Is No Need To Search

The Hereafter Is Here. If I live it in fear
Then my life is of horror and has no meaning.
That it does in the first place is misconception.
All partake of this silly game. Sometimes it’s fun
Treating death like a breath of fresh air in the spring
When it is much more sacred than it does appear.

Don’t go looking for death in the graveyards at night.
Consciousness doesn’t hang out among dirt and stone
Yet it may on the cheap screen for entertainment.
Death occurs all around us. The fatal event
Can happen in an instant, and it can’t be known
How and when it will happen, which seems only right.

Everything that has meaning in form physical
Is the dust of the flat earth and will remain so.
Any means of survival requires energy
Otherwise it will definitely cease to be.
When mine runs out completely, then it’s time to go.
The dark tunnel of light is the next birth canal.

If I’m gone but a brief while before my return
To this earth man made wretched, then there is the chance
That I’ll start with a clean slate to try this again,
If this is my last life on earth, I await when
I’ll hang out with the angels, and we shall all dance
Happily ever after and without concern.

The Virtue Of Selfishness

Fountainhead of the Fearless

All were born to be selfish. There’s no other way
To live out life experience wholeheartedly.
If we all were not selfish, we could not exist.
To be self-less means breathing would cease and desist.
Fundamental the basis is for me to be
Fully conscious and self-aware most every day.

To extract from experience my own selfhood
Can be done but completely only when I’m dead.
Otherwise, I am in it for all that it’s worth.
Self and how I experience it since my birth
Is my primary focus. I’ll not be misled
By a notion that isn’t that well understood.

Selflessness is absurdity – an idea
That in fact is quite foolish. It has no meaning.
So, the question becomes, “Who does myself include?”
The answer is the key to how my life is viewed.

It can be cosmic or at least global a thing
And perhaps an effective pain panacea.

Redefining what selfish means gives me freedom
To step outside the boundaries placed in the mind
Giving oneself a false sense of separateness.
Universal Identity I can express
In a world that maybe was selfishly designed.
Selfishness is the only place where I come from.

Out On A Limb

The Life Situation

Not alone in the forest am I this fine day.
There are others who, like me, are in grave distress.
No one knows of our troubles. Indeed, if they did
We poor souls would do best to keep our faces hid
From the judgment of others. I need not transgress
Any further. Within my own hell I shall stay.

My guts tell me I’m worthless. Sometimes I agree
Just to keep them performing their daily function.
When they find that I think that I’m someone worthwhile,
They will seize up and lock down and become hostile.
With an act all their own, they’re another ‘someone’
Who I must stay away from and most completely.

As I take time to write this, it is an escape
And a respite from reasoning what cannot be
Figured out in my present state which is too ill
To deal with what’s not happening. It ain’t no thrill,
But by getting it out of myself, I can see
From a much better angle. I’m not in bad shape.

Life Review I am going through as it occurs.
Much I’ll get through while living my time remaining.
I should now pay attention so I don’t forget
All that I’ve done to others that I do regret.
There’s a spiritual reason for suffering.
It’s to work off the karma the ego deters.

Cave In

Inner Escape From Outer Turmoil

There cannot be a pain worse than surmounting debt.
As the tonnage increases it takes up more space
In the places my guts were before their seizure.
Should I act out in panic, more harm I’d endure.
By my credit score I am consumed in disgrace.
Every phone call or message I’ll take as a threat.

No wonder I’m so weary and pissed of a lot.
Energy that I would have for creating things
Is diverted to struggle finding strategies
To reverse severe bleeding through tense arteries.
Embarrassed that I cling on to life’s apron strings,
A fine candidate for employment I am not.

Life is caving in on me. There is no escape
Short of something most tragic or a miracle
Like a change in perception so that I will hear
The exact steps I must take to mitigate fear
And the guidance to exit my fecal canal.
I’m a far cry from being in much better shape.

If I don’t find a hustle or some employment
In the next few days, things will get way out of hand.
And I don’t have an answer, nor am I afraid.
I must pay for the foolish decisions I’ve made.
May it cost me my life. That would be more than grand.
In survival, my task is to learn to repent.

Death Is Fiction

...A Tiny Chapter in the Story of Eternity

In my life, have I ever died? Did I come back?
I can say that I’ve not had that experience.
Nor do I know another who’s done such a trick.
People come up with stories, then lay it on thick
To all ears that will hear them at their own expense
When their weak minds are susceptible to attack.

Have I ever met someone supposedly dead –
An ethereal wisp of a faint silhouette…
Or a form of some essence apparently true?
If I heard voices, folks would ask, “What’s Wrong With You?”
So, I’d never admit that. I’d have deep regret

If the dead spoke to me and I heard what they said.

I have not seen or met one beyond the doornail
Nor has anyone else with feet flat on the ground.
It takes imagination, special connection,
Or some measure of both before faith has begun
To depart from reality where all is bound
By the strict laws of physics that always prevail.

So, where does this idea come from that I’ll die?
The nonsequitur notion is fiction at best
Created by the limited view I allow.
There is life after life in the eternal now.
I shall not be accustomed to being at rest.
Death is merely a fairytale most will deny.

Change The Story

All Of Life Is Imagined

For the first seven years while under hypnosis
Theta waves are the consciousness’ only game.
With no programming present, young ones will create.
Make believe is a playful and most dreamlike state.
Lower is this consciousness which isn’t the same
As adults’ because children can live in pure bliss.

But within that time period of seven years,
Children get all their core beliefs and programming
From observing their family and those around
Who provide ample input. What science has found
Is that during this time we record everything.
It becomes our subconscious with deep rooted fears.

By the time we are eight years, the damage is done
So to speak of a reference can be worthwhile.
“Rich Dad, Poor Dad,” the story, appears to ring true.
Everything that we’re told when we’re young has to do
With the lives we create for ourselves and our style
Of relating to others or welcoming none.

There becomes an imbalance. As time has its way…
The creative aspect that we had in childhood
Is nearly nonexistent compared to before.
And the consciousness element is grossly more.
Repetition and habit are well understood
To be good for the changing of stories today!

In the subconscious basement there may be some things
That may cause us to self-sabotage any grace
That the universe offers. The story I tell
Can be one of magnificence or one of hell.
And once I tell my story I cannot erase
What the universe hears and what answer life brings.

Why Do People Ignore Me?

Unlike Eyes Repel

If I could be a fly on the wall in the minds
Of the people who know me, what would I find out?
I may know by osmosis or telepathy.
Compound eyes has the fly, but my own cannot see
Why most people ignore me. So riddled with doubt
That I turn to the occult and things of those kinds.

I do find the true answer by looking within
Where the soul has a dark space that I cannot hide
Nor can I hide within it because it’s so dark
That I’m blind even to my apparent birthmark
To be worn on the outside with much pride implied.
There are reasons why I get under my own skin.

A complex of bad habits, like talking too much
About only myself and not letting folks speak
Drive a wedge between me and all others I meet.
People do like to talk but not due to conceit.
It’s that sense of communion that most people seek.
Personality often is used as a crutch.

I don’t want to be ‘negative’ yet it’s my way
Of dissecting the challenges life offers me.
I should keep to my own self my piss poor outlook.
All the jerks in the world I must let off the hook
Just because I may be one. Again, I can’t see
Past the surface illusions that we all portray.

I know that I am boring, but not by first hand
Information directly from people, but from
The collective unconscious we have access to.
I know too damned much about what I have to do
With the pearls I am given, and it would be dumb
To succumb to society’s perverse demand.

About Sleep

Nocturnal Flight Of The Spirit

An addiction to sleeping…? Why not a disease,,,
To be unconscious one third the time I am here
Should be called my existence? It fits like a glove.
In my dreams, like a free bird, I zoom out above
Where I can’t when I’m wide awake in constant fear
As my life quickly wastes away and no one sees.

It’s at worst therapeutic. The cycle of sleep
Has a three quarter rhythm like some poetry.
It’s the nearest escape hatch without absolute
Departure from the physical. Rather acute
Is my life situation. Where I need to be
Is far off from where I am, so my soul does weep.

Meditation and sleeping are somewhat the same.
They both bring much relief from the troubles at hand.
As each is made available, there is my chance
To remember that I am not my circumstance.
Terminal, though it seems, may it help me expand
Far beyond a solution to mitigate shame.

I rely now on guidance. I’m on cruise control.
Things I do throughout my day I don’t think about.
Mindfully automatic with each daily task
With no judgment from me, I do most humbly ask
That I live through my hell with no measure of doubt
That redemption is possible for my damned soul.

Healthy sleep is wellbeing of body and mind.
I have more energy, and my mood can remain
At a workable level. If I were ok –
Like no one on this earth – I’d have nothing to say.
I exist to express things, and it keeps me sane
And conscious of the moments when I’ve been unkind.

Love One Another

Nurture The Union

Creatures breed because nature gives them expertise
In the ways of comingling of infinite form.
No one needs to remind them how sacred love is,
But some bone headed humans would fail at a quiz.
As the species who needs one amid an ice storm,
We would learn a good lesson from the birds and bees.

Yet, a world of advantage is at our avail.
As you love one another do not make a bond.
Let it move like the seas between shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup fully, as drinking consoles
With a taste in its curing. Like a magic wand,
Bless this world with your oneness and tell a love tale.

Drink though not from one cup, and don’t eat the same bread
But give one to another as sun gives daylight.
Sing and dance, and be joyous, but spend time alone.
Lute strings quiver together, yet each has its tone.
We dance to the same music. It seems only right
That symphonic its influence can be widespread.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping,
For the hand of God only can contain your hearts.
Stand together, yet not too near one another.
Temple pillars are spaced out, as one would prefer.
Neither oak tree nor cypress each shadow imparts
On the other, so that each may do their own thing.

The Life Purpose Myth

Being IS Its Own Purpose

Childhood dreams of Becoming someone cool someday
Fueled by love and encouragement from everyone
Are the kind that, when clung to, become life fulfilled.
If I got to the point where I’m constantly thrilled,
Where each day is another one filled with much fun,
Would I not get so bored that I’d not want to play?

Or would I reach that happy place right in between
Gloom and mania where I can tolerate well
Challenges that life offers to me and all souls?
Is it too late to think about setting new goals
If the ones set in earnest are all shot to hell?
To those who are damned happy, I shouldn’t be mean.

I have cake yet uneaten, and as time draws near,
Getting up from the table is childish and rude
To the host of the household and all other guests.
I’ve no concern about what my other digests.
Each of us has the freedom to choose what is food.
All the pain comes from what we have eaten in fear.

I have been a small player in such a big game…
A bit role played to script in explicit detail
Is the life I’ve not eaten. To have is enough.
The perfect Magic Realist does play it tough.
Having chosen a path where my heart must prevail,
I’m now on a strict diet that can’t include fame.

The Most Obvious Secret

Not So Blissful An Ignorance

A circus of three rings is the number preferred.
It makes sense of insanity and it provides
Division of attention among all odd things
That congrue in a cluster where impotent kings
Take their hand at mismanagement. No one decides
What to not pay attention to by thought or word.

Divided is the nation. Two worlds are as two…
Incongruent but yet so. There’s no precedent
For divergent societies to understand
Civil war in a new age yet on the same land
Stained with blood of our ancestors. Our swift descent
Was decades in the making. It now has come due.

 In The Room are two elephants, both of great size.
Each ignored by the other, they merge into one
Grip that fits all occasions with realities
Fatally coexistent. The hope one may seize
Is that change is eternal. Nothing is begun
Without somehow expecting to deal with some lies.

Human Nature continues. I within it all
Am amazed and enlightened by all that is seen
As a fervent backlashing. Much wider awake
One becomes in observance. Another mistake
Nature may have made, and it may wipe the slate clean
Of its aberrant outgrowth. To it, we are small.

A More Ethical Workplace?

Human Resource Empowerment

My boss tells me to lie to my clients sometimes.
Faking it ‘til I make it is not quite my way.
Yet that’s what is expected of me at my work.
It’s as if when truth is spoken, folks go berserk.
Companies and their values can lead folks astray
Of their moral makeup due to innocent crimes.

People do things to others that aren’t very nice
Just because they can do them with no consequence
That’s substantial enough to encourage a change
In aberrant behavior. And it isn’t strange
That in lieu of a conscience, the uncommon sense
Is to sell one’s humanity at the best price.

Mothers lie to their young children, and that is fine.
Any act done in pure love is always ok.
If a gunman would ask me where people are hid
I would lie to deter him. My heart would forbid
Giving him the advantage. It isn’t my way.
My own spirit will tell me when I’ve crossed the line.

Life is not based on morals but humanity.
Morals change with the ages, and peoples, and lands…
But the pure human heart knows what is right from wrong.
Moral compasses are built but are not so strong
When selfish ego motives outweigh the demands
Of the earth and the whole human society.

Death Rattle

Painted Into The Corner Of Darkness

Stay Alive. That’s a challenge. I’d better not fail.
Chances are I won’t do that, but chances are that
I will die in the process through no fault of mine…
Not even indirectly, which would suit me fine.
Let the shit happen quickly. The drop of a hat
Is a reason acceptable for me to bail.

As the brunt of life’s karma comes on at full force…
When there’s no one to go to; all bridges are burnt,
And I can’t find an answer to save my own soul,
Have I left any reason to aim for a goal?
I must still think I’m worthy, because if I weren’t
I would not be attuned to a special resource.

As the hat drops, the shoe falls. I know not which one
To entangle the horns of with my intellect
Or the brute force I muster when misdirected.
Anyone who would say that I’m better off dead
Hasn’t suffered like I have and has no respect
For the foolish and how in err they get things done.

The Death Rattle I feel, and it hangs fairly low.
In the pit of my stomach is where it begins
To erupt through the heart chakra into my throat.
When denied every platform I need to promote…
I must know that it’s karma for all my past sins.
Hopefully there’s an answer my living can show.

 

The Time Is Always Now

The Infinite Coupling Of Existence

The body is a cosmos with a cosmos.
It’s made up of some particles – none that are me.
I’m the space in-between all the physicalness.
I came into this stardust to grow. My progress
Is determined completely by how well I see
I am not who the body is nor even close.

Knowing what time it is when a challenge comes due
Is somewhat of an asset that I have right now
Which is happening always. My life and my plight
Are two separate entities. I do me right
When I come to my senses – the five that allow
The connection to spirit in all that is new.

There is only one moment. In it everything
That is happening changes, for now and always.
Life is meant to have challenges. It’s how we grow.
Satisfaction is futile. As long as I know
That it’s part of all drama, my character plays
Its best role as a novice yet up and coming.

“This time you’ve gone to far, God! No more can I take.”
It’s a comedy act that I’ve played in the past.
I will deal with each crisis life tosses my way
And rejoice in its coming. That way I will stay
In relief of the burden. No longer typecast
The perpetual loser, I am my fair shake.