Be Surprised And Delighted

Life Wants To Do You

When you want something badly, it’s not quite the way
To prepare to receive it. When you’re excited
About sifting and sorting through preferences
That your life offers you, your joy then commences.
You are on earth to Be Surprised And Delighted.
Let the universe pleasure you throughout your day.

You may choose making things happen physically
Verses letting the universe bring them to you.
But why go through the struggle of getting things done
When the universe knows you should be having fun
On your journey through living. In all that you do,
Be in touch with your true self spiritually.

Think about what you want and especially why.
Imagine it coming about and believe
In the feeling it gives you as you now daydream.
Things can come rather quickly. Just flow with the stream
Rather than against it. Only good you’ll receive.
Letting go of the effort allows you to fly.

The more detailed you are when you’re feeling your best,
The more fun and more quickly the energy moves.
And the more ‘hands on’ feeling in molding your clay
The more that you will manifest. This is the way
You were meant to create here. Your living improves,
And the powers eternal are at your behest.

From Your Inner Being

One Who’s Never A Stranger

Is there anyone in there who looks out through me
And knows all that is needed for living life well?
Yes, there is someone present who knows everything.
My communicating with that person will bring
On a wholesome environment in which to dwell.
In the very beginning, it happens subtly.

I must be in alignment with all that I am
Which means simply that I am most open and clear
To receive the connection, but then when I do,
I Am It! The connection is solid and true.
To perceive or to analyze will interfere
With my maintaining presence within my program.

The question and the answer are quite different
In terms of their vibrations. They do contradict
Each other. So the focus is on the answer.
To be stuck in the question can give me cancer.
Meditation is helpful. It need not be strict.
Twenty minutes a day is time that is well spent.

My question rests within me for a day or two
To make clear what I’m asking. Then I meditate
And listen to what flows, then record in some way
What I get from my spirit self. That’s how I pray.
I look forward to frequently reaching that state.
Who I am on the outside is rendered anew.

Texghanistan

A Cry Of Outrage

Who’s inside of my body. No man should be there…
Not without my permission. We victims of rape
Are rejected by the highest court of the land.
I can feel the tight grip of the government’s hand
Up my intimate caverns. There is no escape
But for those in support of women everywhere.

The profession of pro life is hypocrisy
Spewed by zealots religious. Life has no meaning
For the poor and the needy. They are not of God.
Any woman with feeling sees through the façade.
I shall thank divine forces for intervening
In the actions of madmen who rule by decree.

Who’s inside of my conscience and I inside theirs?
When I look in the mirror, no one do I see
With a robe and a stern look of condescension.
He who thinks of my body has bad intention.
I decide if and when a man gets inside me
And especially whether or not I have heirs.

Absolute is the power that must be maintained
By white men in authority. White babies are
A valuable asset. Non-whites who are poor
Will be killed or imprisoned. In evil grandeur
I am pushed to limits but never too far
That I lose sight of what in the past has been gained.

The Simmering Cauldron

Leading The War Pack

It’s the blue bloods and red hats – the dems and repubs –
Liberals and conservatives… always two teams
To prepare for a civil war ever to come.
Yet not all become soldiers; only certain some.
I’ve been warned since childhood that I’m part of their dreams.
Should I then be a soldier? I’m not good with clubs.

Nor am I good at understanding the deep hate
That one race has for all others everywhere known.
Congressmen speak preparedness just like the ones
Who have nurtured their hatred and value their guns
For that war that keeps coming. Our leaders condone
Blatantly what the others should not tolerate.

All the twisting of facts and the crafty mind games
Have a definite purpose. It is to erode
Any sense of reality except the one
Where the most racist sentiments can be homespun.
As the truth starts to simmer, true colors explode
Through the army, exposing its nastiest aims.

It’s now out in the open. There’s nothing to hide.
It’s confirmed. I’m the enemy. No change has come
Over decades of civil rights. Your smiling face
Remains in the minority, as will your race
In a few generations. Keep beating your drum
In expression of panic regarding white pride.

Decide To Get Happy

The Only Choice There Is

There’s so much information about feeling good.
Tons of books, affirmations, and many techniques
Are available to me. The volume is great.
I can’t take it all in because I complicate
Processes when simplicity my dumb soul seeks.
Truly I wish that these things could be understood.

Can this Law Of Attraction stuff work out for me?
What the hell is ‘vibration?’ I need to be schooled.
These ethereal concepts are hard to digest.
Where the hell is my stuff anyway. I’m hard pressed
To come into alignment. Perhaps I am fooled
By my excessive efforts to finally see.

It’s not so complicated. All that has been said
About living a life that is most fulfilling
Is reduced to one phrase: “Decide To Get Happy.”
All the mountains of words and procedures can be

Understood a lot better if I am willing
To let go of the struggle. It’s all in my head.

I just need to Get Happy. That’s in the mind too.
I’ve practiced being ornery for quite a while.
I can best harness the Power Of Feeling Good
By engaging in all that I possibly should

To enhance my alignment and brighten my smile.
I can feel my way into a life that is new.

A Quick And Firm Reminder For You

It's Never All That Bad

When emotion is present that doesn’t feel good,
What is means is that what you are thinking about
When it flares up is Bogus in comparison
To what the source within you knows. You are the one
Who knows little to nothing. While stuck in your doubt
Nothing of what your source knows can be understood.

When you feel like your life makes no sense anymore,
And the world that reflects it, a broken mirror,
Is a fragmented jumble of jagged pieces,
And the life force within you slowly decreases,
It is only what you know. Your thinking clearer
Can’t occur when you’re feeling rotten to the core.

Your source knows of abundance and infinite grace.
You’re deserving of everything that you desire
By virtue of your being a part of this world.
Crumpled now is your outlook. It shall be unfurled
In the moment’s surrender to something higher.
Your source knows how to lift you from your troubled place.

There is always an answer – a safer way out
Of the darkest of circumstance. Your deep despair,
Justified, though addictive, can be turned around
By accepting the wisest guidance to be found.
Any pain that is suffered is best that you share
Your dilemma with others to lessen all doubt.

Architects Of Fate

The Projectors Of History

It’s a popular movie. Destruction and pain
Are what we as The Builders create at the drop
Of a hat or a payload. We each play a part.
Walls of Time is our tapestry. It’s a rough start
That continues its struggle, not willing to stop
Until armies on both sides are totally slain.

Nonetheless, all who are here alive and breathing
Are directors and actors in all that takes place.
Whether judged good or evil, each role that is played
Builds a wall that grows stronger. The price to be paid
For being too professional is some disgrace
Yet the cameras won’t stop. They just keep on rolling.

As the butterfly’s wings beat, they have an effect
On everything occurring throughout time and space.
Big and small are our parts, but each is important
To the fabric historic. On this earth we can’t
Live without able structure to fill with our grace
Mixed with something which is much far less than perfect.

Longfellow was a Wadsworth, whatever that’s worth
To the dick headed scholars who nitpick meaning
Spewed by those gaining privilege by circumstance.
Playing fields are not equal. Some don’t get the chance
To perform as a Builder. They do their own thing
With the challenge of maintaining some sense of mirth.

The Laughing Heart

The Sheer Joy Of Living

Your life is your own life. Be as bright as can be
And as light as the feather that tickles the soul.
Do not let it be clubbed into dank submission.
Be always on the watch. There are ways to have fun
As there always are ways out of life’s rigmarole.
Yes, there is a light somewhere. It’s for you to see.

Though the light is not brilliant, it beats the darkness
By infinity’s measure. So, be on the watch.
The gods will offer you many chances. Know Them.
You must be of the right heart. You may not condemn.
If you do it may leave an indelible splotch
On the memory of your life in the process.

You can’t beat death, but sometimes you can do just that
Through the life you are living. And the more often
You choose to learn to do it, more light there will be.
Your life is your life fully and absolutely.
Never mind about where in the past it has been.
That would mean that your heart has to wear a hard hat.

Know your life while you have it. You are marvelous.
The gods wait to delight in you wholeheartedly.
Your expressing of joy is their confirmation
Of their masterful work which has only begun.
It’s your life. Live with laughter that people may see
That your angelic presence is always a plus.

On The Death Of Our Mother

The Demise Of The Feminine

Who would fuck their own mother in praise of Allah?
It’s one hell of a question, yet this is the place
Where the demons of Satan rejoice in manhood.
Anything that a man does is righteously good
But a woman’s existence is mired in disgrace
From the arrogant authors of their dilemma.

But this place is made hell like. Not by her own will
Does she suffer the symptoms of human disease.
She heats up and feels nauseous as the result
Of her virulent sickness so cruel and occult.
Her immune system fights us. She will cough and sneeze
And whatever it takes. She does not mean to kill.

 How on earth does a god make all men so supreme?
Multifunctional women take on their men’s hate
Like the scapegoat, absorbent and obedient.
Animals should be able to take your torment
Until you say they’re sacred? The hell you create
Ripples throughout the species. The pain is extreme.

Take your left hands and lick them ‘til they’re squeaky clean
And then use them as always. Do stick them up far
Where they may reach your sick minds. God Damn you people!
Greater Force is the Feminine, and I’m grateful
That the earth has its systems, as harsh as they are
To the human infection so vile and obscene.

Go All The Way

Paradise On The Way To Heaven

If you’re going to try, then do Go All The Way.
Otherwise, do not start the path laid before you.
It could mean losing girlfriends, wives, and relatives,
Or your means of support which most rarely forgives.
You may lose your clear mind and be left without clue,
And the more that is lost, the more hell there’s to pay.

Can you Go All The Way knowing all is unknown?
With each step of the journey is uncertainty,
It could mean your not eating for three or four days,
Freezing on city park benches, prone in such ways
That attract sharp derision and harsh mockery.
It may challenge your spirit and hurt to the bone.

It could mean doing jail time and isolation.
Aloneness is the gift. All others are a test
Of how much you can take. Do you want to do it?
You know well what the answer is. You cannot quit!
You will do what you must and be fettered and blessed
And despite the rejection, there’s work to be done.

Better than anything else you could imagine
It will be if indeed you are going to try.
Don’t be half assed about it. Do Go All The Way.
There’s no other feeling like a part in the play
Where you dance with the gods and flame up the night sky.
You will ride perfect laughter. New life will begin.

Compulsive Thinking Cessation

Tuning The Noise Filter

Thinking is an addiction when it’s ego based.
Resistance to the moment and things as they are
Turn the mind into digital circuitry lost
In destructive anxiety and at great cost
To my sense of wellbeing. I am very far
From the life that I’ve longed for. Has it gone to waste?

There are two types of thinking. The futile is one
Where the mind spins in circles. Problems it creates
As well as certain enemies and grievances.
This dysfunctional state creates circumstances
Marked by fear and regret. Nothing but gloom awaits
When I’m stuck in a mind trip, and it ain’t no fun.

The other kind of thinking, not of the ego,
Comes from someone who’s deeper – the real part of me.
When I access this person in meditation,
Thinking then is constructive. I don’t feel undone.
Real thinking is creative, but positively.
Fruitfulness is the outcome as I get to glow.

Thought can be in the service of something worthwhile.
Universal Intelligence is but the best
To give all my devotion. A friend I can make
With this moment most present for everyone’s sake.
I’m a tool by which infinite love is expressed.
This indeed is much more than a reason to smile.

Easy Manifestation

Focus Plus Passion Equals Manifestation

I came here for the full blown manifestation
Because this is the leading edge of existence.
All creation takes place here in this earthly realm.
The experience often causes overwhelm
To where I may lose focus and self-confidence.
It is best that I relax and dare to have fun.

Feeling satisfied, I’m truly eager for more.
This emotional place is the best to embrace
As it is the vibrational stance that I need
To receive information. I then may proceed
In the righteous direction within time and space.
I need not figure things out as here I explore.

Feeling good anyway is the trick that I’ve learned.
When the manifestation has not happened yet
There’s no need to be upset. I’ll block myself from
Grace the universe offers. It only can come
If I’m exhilarated and of the mindset
That there isn’t a reason I need be concerned.

Satisfied with the evolving world I create,
I am in the position that proper timing
And bright flashes of insight are at my avail.
Life is the leading edge of an infinite tale
Of witch I am the sole author of everything.
The one thing I can manifest is feeling great.

Inspirational Solitaire

Solo Artistic Mastery

It’s my job – no one else’s – to be who I am.
It is wrong to get others to do that for me.
Understanding of who and where I am is mine
To explore with abandon. Why would I assign
This most intimate duty so egregiously
To others who cannot nor should not give a damn?

I am here to live happily ever after
As is everyone here in this school of nature.
It is up to me only to play out my role.
To experience joy here is my only goal.
My freedom to choose is something that will endure
Until matriculation from earthly matter.

So, I might as well decide to get happily
Since I am ever after already by now.
Choices made from beyond are what I live each day.
I came here because I like my hands in the clay.
By deliberate intent I best can allow
Creation to flow with ease and naturally.

I relent to alignment and my connection
To the spirit within. I give up resistance
And the incessant battles and struggles I make.
Peace of mind and fulfillment are what are at stake.
Now is no time to continue living by chance
By insisting on others to get my work done.

Are There Good And Bad People?

Judgment Is Of The Judge

Another doomsday message that will not be heard
Through the oceans of white noise and others voices
Is today what is offered. My daily routine
Has to do with recording whatever I’ve seen
On my path. And it turns out that I make choices
Contingent to dichotomy and what’s preferred.

Human Nature demonstrates we all are this way –
Always ready to judge something evil or good.
Attitudes form unconsciously and instantly.
That is why it’s so difficult to see clearly
Through the sea of opinion. In all likelihood,
My perceptions are weighted and often betray.

What is liked or disliked by any entity –
Be it person, a sports team, a nation, or skin –
Become part of our makeup. What e’er we decide
Will direct our behaviors. Our egoic pride
Spells disaster for earth. We commit mortal sin
On the largest of scales and with impunity.

Everyone oscillates between means and extremes
Of behaviors along spectra. No one is one
Or the other completely. The space I create
Will evoke good or evil. I’ll not complicate
What is raw truth and feelings. Then growth is begun.
On the global scale, are things as dark as it seems?

Don’t Take It Seriously

Levity Is In Order

Why do I take my living so seriously,
Finding pleasure in nothing but playing the game
Of pretend satisfaction? I live not at ease
Because I waste my focus on people to please.
Finding joy within oneself cannot be the same.
It’s the most wholesome origin ever to be.

Sourness, the byproduct of people pleasing,
Permeates my existence. An ever presence
Is the tartness of taste, feeling that I must sell
My perfected self proudly. I don’t do that well.
Peddling of one’s true self comes at the harsh expense
Of addiction to always ever appeasing.

“If I smile will you love me? Suppose I tap dance
As I juggle three Rubik’s cubes while solving them?”

This compulsive behavior is what makes life hard,
And it needs to be looked at. If I’m more on guard
To my slipping into that mode, I’ll find the gem
Of enlightenment relative to circumstance.

The more I look to others for love, the more I
Am not in sync with who I am most truthfully.
Solving not the big issues, I shine at the small.
In becoming more lighthearted, the less I fall
To the favor of others. And ultimately,
I’m as worthy as ever and shall always be.

The Women

Those Without Voice

No one else is there visible. Only mad men
Can be seen on the media and network news
Spouting off at the mouth or the weapon in hand.
Is it best that an ignorant world understand
What The Women must go through? It is they who lose
Having been nonexistent since heaven knows when.

Men who pass gas in public where there’s no escape
From their foul perverse intent are of the mindset
That their grossness is power that gives them control
Of most people’s attention. Their psychotic goal
Is to prove to all others that they are a threat.
Sense of smell is the wholesomeness they care to rape.

It’s a crusty old bastard nation in the eyes
Of the world cast upon them. Their arrogant ways,
Centuries in the making, have stale stunk the air.
Women had been breathing some real oxygen there,
And it’s not tolerated. Abusive mores
Among state and religion have integral ties.

It will take generations. New waves of women
With support of those worldwide pries open the door.
Once fresh air has been breathed, there is no turning back
To the ways of abuse and of constant attack.
Once one has tasted freedom, there’s wanting for more.
Women don’t want to breathe fecal air once again.

The Shadow’s Object

Unity Pair

Every shadow has something or someone attached
In a way that is crucial to its existence.
Their movements coincide. In ways, they are alike,
But they are as the thumb and the hole in the dyke.
Connected to each other at each’s expense,
It appears that they are inseparably matched.

Shadows are light dependent. Without it they will
Blend with all that is darkness, which is everything.
Lacking some incandescence, they cannot be seen.
In the meantime, whatever is dank can’t come clean,
Nor can they know the wisdom a light source can bring
To their undefined selves with their roles to fulfill.

Two-dimensional entities can’t but rely
Not only on revealing light. Also they’re tied
To the objects they represent. Every movement
They will mimic precisely and with no intent
To make fun of their objects. They can’t try to hide.
Flat creatures have no freedom and can’t wonder why.

As if quantum entanglement is taking place
Between shadow and object, they work as a team
To solicit attention to subconscious drives.
Reconciling behaviors complex, one survives
All the drama that life holds. It is a daydream.
Both the light and the darkness we must learn to face.

War Games

The Wages Of War Is Sin

Enemies of the planet, deplorable ones
With the mindset of Satan, have taken control
Of the soul of a dark world predestined to doom.
The aroma of feces immersed in perfume
Permeates most of consciousness. Dark is the hole
Of the red racist rabbit whose cup overruns.

All the excellent training for so many years
And crap loads of equipment are played to the hands
Of the evil egoist who will have his way
Until karma kiboshes him some sooner day.
Yet the world must play nicely. It well understands
Mass destruction should be one of our biggest fears.

Quid pro quo is the tactic most commonly used
To elicit desertion of moral value
Among troops, belief systems, and populations.
When the smoke clears, the people who’ve died are the ones
Remembered then forgotten and placed out of view.
Pardon me for not feeling. May I be excused?

This will go on forever. Lethal tit for tat
Is a game of the human soul trapped in ideals
That have become malignant. And now, running wild,
This cancerous conundrum is what has defiled
Our most human behaviors. What it most reveals
Is a species addicted to mortal combat.

Underprivilege

Four Faces of Feces

When I can’t find a nigger to shine my damned shoes
And my cold leather heart is the beat of remorse
For acceptance of coon ways in society,
What is wrong with this country I clearly can see.
We’ve a ship with a captain who’s steering off course.
I’m entitled to at least good drugs to abuse.

Niggers give me the willies. I just can’t allow
Their kind anywhere near me. I fear I’ll become
Inundated with liberal ideal perfume.
I’d prefer that my poor white brother not assume
That I’m black anywhere inside. Those nasty scum
Need to go back to somewhere somehow and right now.

I know that I’m a bigot. I’m proud to be one.
My maturity level makes that important
Along with the abuse of women and children.
Good old days were of silence. To have them again
Is a fervent fulfillment. No one says I can’t
Be the racist I want to be and have some fun.

Leadership we are made for no matter our style.
Jungle bunnies don’t govern. They just find a way
To make government programs to pamper the poor.
It would thrill me to no end to show one the door
To the darkness that is them. I’ll never betray
My supremacist outlook. We’re here to defile.

The Scourge Of Religion

Pandemic Of Soul

When a star starts making iron it will explode
In spectacular fashion. The power released
Can disrupt forming galaxies lightyears away.
It creates the stuff so fast one could rightly say
Mass production of heavy substances at least
Shows a violent cosmos in expressive mode.

What to make of the evil that money can buy?
One handful of the right souls now comes rather cheap
To the ones who can purchase behavior at will.
The right price can make good soldiers not want to kill
To defend their damned nation. The karma they reap
They will want to take care of long before they die.

Fighting over a small thing is not a big deal.
If we both want something, one of us will concede.
In a matter of time, one comes to one’s senses.
Take the damned thing and blow it! Too much expense is
Being paid by my spirit. I’d rather be freed
To get on with my best living in what is real.

But we fight for, over, and about God these days
As we have throughout history, and it’s insane.
If I believe in something but you… not the same,
In time we’ll kill each other and then place the blame
Anywhere but where it must go. All who are slain
Are but fodder for furtherance of toxic praise.

Over is the day of the sword. Now we kill more.
With the push of a button whole countries can be
Blown to bits within minutes without knowing why
Some asshole has decided that their kind must die
Over some subtle nonsense. We’ll never agree
And cannot be surprised by what else is in store.

Now, a global directive is what is needed.
One’s religion is one’s own business to pursue.
Do whatever the hell you want, but go in peace.
Beliefs global and national surely must cease
Or we face our extinction. But can this we do?
Our beliefs are not knowledge. Too many are dead.

Empowering News

The Only News Of Value

I consist of two life forms inside of one skin.
One of them is my true self – my inner being.
It is made of no substance – just pure consciousness.

Divine Light is its essence. It wants to express
Everything that is wholesome and spirit freeing.
It will never go back to where once it has been.

The other being is a most personal one
With a flesh and blood ego, personality,
And a growing collection of hopes and desires.
It is that self which struggles and easily tires.
In its quest for its being who it needs to be
It will frequently lose track and feel overrun.

The only difference between the two is that
My true self doesn’t look back. It looks straight ahead.
It’s the forwardmost version of me here and now.
Anything that I want is mine if I allow
Myself to be directed by spirit instead
Of the sad sack who suffers and has it down pat.

There’s no need for defense or justification.
My comparisons cripple and have no meaning
But contrast is a good thing. Without it no growth
Would occur in the one self yet surely not both.
I must go with the one which is forward leaning
Where my issues are weaker and I have more fun.

Rest Easy

All Is Well

There’s an end to each good day as there is to all.
How well did it go? Does it matter anyway?
It’s tempting to get caught up in this day’s drama.
Challenges cloud my thoughts. They’re a source of trauma.
I lose sight of the true value life is today.
I forget that my privilege is nothing small.

But today is now over. For sleep I prepare.
No matter what the day held, it’s time to let go
Of the big things that I think I can’t overcome.
Just because I cannot doesn’t mean that I’m scum.
Timeless Truth that my eternal soul gets to know
Needs to be to my consciousness made more aware.

Stepping back for a moment, the bigger picture
That my soul sees already, is clearer to me.
Everything’s working out exactly as it should.
In the end, life’s a dream that can always be good.
Like a story with chapters, each day’s end can be
One of joyful reflection. My thoughts can be pure.

“Let the Universe Celebrate Itself Through You!”
It’s the one affirmation I most need to hear

Echoing back to me as I end this fine day.
Now is time to listen to what it wants to say…
Not out of desperation. It’s motive is clear.
I am whole as I am now. This is always true.

Be Fruitful…

...Then Vanish

Multiply And Be Fruitlike! Extreme sex appeal
Is your God given blessing. Don’t blush at the thought
Of your outright omnipotence being denied.
Plastic bags of waste litter with lateral pride
Where the space keeps expanding yet no growth is sought.
Go and make all the universe gross and surreal!

So, there’s word there are aliens here among us?
One would think we’d enslave them and treat them like trash
Which would be about normal for one sick species.
Arrogance is a hard on for death and disease
And the fountain that spews its metal balderdash.
Flaming dicks are the brute force with which humans fuss.

Are we one hell united? Like demons we are
In a mess of our making, seeming to agree
On but one thing that may lead to our extinction
Because nothing will happen unless something’s done
About human behavior and rather quickly.
Upon earth now we’re destined to leave a big scar.

Clear Your Throat! Make that hard hocking guttural sound
That to some is upsetting. Don’t swallow that shit.
Spit that thick stinking mucous onto the pavement
Where it can fuck with everyone. Don’t you relent
In dispensing your waste. The disgust you transmit
Is the worse that can be felt for lightyears around.

The Vibrational Snob

The Frequency Selective Perspective

Be a Snob with Vibration. Yours is quite unique.
It belongs to you only. You developed it.
Your beliefs and desires are incorporated
In its intricate makeup. It’s more than well said
That your personal vibe does its best to transmit
Who you are truthfully no matter how you speak.

Be at one with atonement. No fake vanity
Infiltrates the wellbeing you surely deserve.
Your birthright is the bliss of the life of your dreams.
As you feel your ways into them, feel that it seems
Angels who are observing think you have the nerve
To consider yourself closer to deity.

You deserve your wellbeing. Daily maintenance
(And, sometimes, by the moment) is yours to defend
Yet in absolute freedom to feel as you will.
Worthiness is no issue. You’re here to fulfill
The creation you’ve started. Let Spirit descend
To support all that you are. Do give it the chance.

You are part of the leading edge of creation.
Many of us have fallen asleep at the wheel
And can muster compassion only for drama.
It takes some getting used to the constant trauma.
You must pay much more attention to how you feel.
If that means being choosey, then no harm is done.

All Else Falls Into Place

The Need To Adjust Things

Oddly shaped are the raindrops as freely they fall.
Must I do something with each before it can rest
On the surface now built up? Where is my control?
This life game is a journey, but what is the goal?
If I play with the right folk, I won’t fail the test,
Yet that doesn’t prevent me from dropping the ball.

My mind is a container. Its volume of thought
Can’t exist without big holes of dead empty space.
If by staying high minded I’m able to change
How each thought takes the surface – if I can arrange
Them before they cannot be – I’m running whose race?
This game is at its most basic fatally fraught.

I create my reality, damn it to hell!
It should not be a death sentence but awesome news.
My desires and beliefs must be in alignment.
If they’re not then this lifetime is one I’ll resent.
Whatever it may come to, I do get to choose
Every thought that I think and where each one should dwell.

How things might come together is not my business
Nor should it be of any concern. Only why
Should fill up the container. Good things will in turn
Fall in place rather nicely. God’s grace I discern
Showering down upon me like rain from the sky.
All I need do is trust in the simple process.

Be Easy About Life

The Purity Of Simplicity

Wishing life would get easy gets old too damned fast
For the spirit within me to keep a straight face
While pretending to see it as many highways.
Up and down, then around things, they’re often a maize
In the menacing mindscape. Is there saving grace?
Or is there no escape from the life of contrast?

“I wish I were a willow…” is no wizard’s way
To finagle a safe wiggling out of this mess
That I’d something to do with. To be but a tree
In a blanket of sunlight with no way to see
All the world it reveals is to be without stress,
Gravity notwithstanding nor how it may sway.

Rather, I am the substance of all I desire –
All the passion and focus I feed to the dream
Of becoming who I really am at my core.
Am I worthy of good things? I couldn’t be more!
My uniqueness is one with the energy stream
From which life flows. Struggle my life doesn’t require.

All There Is provides meaning to focus offered.
Holding little resistance, oneself will allow
Only good things to happen. The contrast I feel
Is the pearl in the oyster that life will reveal.
All I need do is kick back and let life endow
Me with joy and wellbeing. My Spirit Be Heard!

Allow The Wellbeing

Release, Then Breathe In...

It comes down to allowing, but just what is that?
When one speaks of surrender, what enter my mind
Are such scenes where one army makes use of torture.
The most negative aspects are balanced, I’m sure,
By the myriad episodes that are more kind
And can happen almost at the drop of a hat.

To what must I surrender? What must I allow
That is both consciously and patiently waiting
To enter and fulfill me? Can I trust that it
Is a safe thing to let in? The fear, I’ll admit,
Is not justified, and it is aggravating
That I know what to do, yet I’m hung up on how.

Getting rid of resistance to my own desire
Increases my vibration. My trying too hard
With much effort and struggle cannot get things done.
Only when one exhausts oneself, something’s begun
To take place in one’s character. No longer barred
From the fruits of the spirit, one is lifted higher.

Things that work in the process we all know so well –
Turning thoughts into things – involves just a few things:
Energy, alignment, and clarity of thought.
When my purpose has passion, I’m no longer caught
In a quandary that only my feeding brings.
Worthiness is a system wherein we all dwell.

A Message From Einstein

Information Esoteric

It would be an enlightening experience
If I could channel Einstein. What all might he say
To this world grown beyond his? There is not the need
To go searching in that way. I need not proceed
With the wicked or woo woo. In this age and day
Many folks have encountered his psychic presence.

What comes through as his message is perfectly clear.
People are much like bicycles. Balance we keep
As long as we are moving, otherwise we fall.
In terms of vibration it’s a visceral call.
Move forward through experience not while asleep
But with focus applied to one thought that is dear.

He considered his thought world a place of refuge –
A safe pace from the clutter ever apparent.
Starting off with a premise, he would theorize,
And then test out theories. He’d often revise
Them a bit with new data. He wouldn’t relent
Until something of value would come about huge.

His greatest satisfaction in being exposed
To this world fascinating was thinking about
Answers to his own questions about existence.
Fortunately for us, he has made it make sense.
Through all cycles of being, we cast away doubt
And the more of life’s secrets are rightly disclosed.

The Power Of The Universe

...At Your Command Always

The power that creates worlds at my fingertips
Is the dream of a lifetime or single moment.
Exercise is for bodies to keep them in shape.
If they get not enough then there is no escape
From ailments and ill feelings. We move to prevent
Laziness of the muscles and woe on the lips.

Another exercise for getting to that place
Of untold of contentment involves time each day
For collection of data that match well my dream.
I need not go to such an outrageous extreme
To create what I want that I give much away
That my spirit can’t live without at my slow pace.

Thoughts we think are powerful. The signals they make
Are magnetic. They do attract thoughts much the same
As their own. Then momentum takes over from there.
Universal forces need be fully aware
Through my passion about it. Thoughts can become lame
With no strength of emotion or wanting is fake.

I decide what is wanted in vivid detail
Then give thought only to that and none to others
Contradicting the chosen ones. My emotion
In effect is powerful communication
With the ultimate power that ever occurs.
Powered so by the universe, I shall prevail.

The Game Of Satisfaction

The Game Of Happy Living

As I’m having a good time and things go my way,
I delight in the process and manifest more
In the way of fulfillment. I may go along
Until some ‘what if’ happens and something goes wrong
When I’m faced with an issue that I can’t ignore
Then I must find the best way to feel more ok.

History and old habits have nothing to do
With the new ever presence that this moment holds.
My thoughts are where I left them last, and there they stay
And become a trip hazard some God awful day.
Do I have any say in how my life unfolds?
Getting rid of the old stuff makes room for what’s new.

I can stop the self-sabotage. I’ll think about
The issue in a way that feels better by far
Than the dwelling upon it. ‘What if’s’ can be good.
A game can be made of life that is understood
To leave me in contentment. The way that things are
Shall evolve as they should. I have nary a doubt.

So, I do keep a journal; this one and one more
With a line down the center and separate sides.
On the satisfied half go all happy events.
On the other, the troubled heart and its contents.
Putting them in a new place, I’m making great strides
In my human development – none like before.

The Universe Is On Your Side

All The Power There Is

Frequently one-two-three punches into the gut
Leave a mess for digestion of life as a meal.
Sustenance insufficient, the dark soul adrift
In a fog can recover by making a shift
In the way it is thinking. Life can be ideal.
Yes, you can be in fulfillment no matter what.

Those who hang out in spirit, who used to be here
Among us in the earth realm plus many others
That we can never know of whose numbers are vast
Have no better thing to do but lovingly cast
Good vibrations upon earth. Whatever occurs
That is unwanted is only due to your fear.

You cannot be impatient although you may know
Absolutely for certain that you deserve more.
Let it happen without giving it all your thought.
Finding joy in the process, you will not get caught
In the trap of poor thinking. You are destined for
All the best that you’ve dreamt since a long time ago.

Those who believe in fairies and unicorns are
In their right minds by spirit who takes form in ways
That are meant to return you to who you can be.
Forces do work in tandem for your harmony.
On the wings of your wishes, spirit offers praise
And reminds you that all that you seek isn’t far.

To Feel Good

Your Only Purpose

It’s a simple decision. It’s easy to do.
Nothing is more important than that I feel good.
The next best feeling thought I can find as I move
Through my day is my choice. It can’t help but improve
How I view life. My mantra is well understood.
To Feel Good is a blessing most wholesome and true.

Can I feel this way all the time? That’s up to me.
My awareness of how I feel from one moment
To the next is as simple as breathing in air
And exhaling the present and past without care.
Circumstances that challenge me cannot prevent
Me from making the better choice consistently.

It came hard right at first, but I made it that way.
It does not seem to make sense. The busy mind seeks
Complicated solutions to simple issues.
It’s a menace to joy because it does confuse
My true self with what is. With clarity it speaks
The path I must return to when I’m led astray.

All I need do is tweak on my signal a bit.
I can manifest big things as well as those small.
My mantra, if repeated, can lead to pure bliss.
The commandment: “Do Feel Good,” I cannot dismiss.
It is best that I answer my own nature’s call.
Happiness is the order to which I submit.

Listen Carefully

...And Doors Will Open

Who you really are is other than the person
Who has ears yet hears not the subtle inner voice.
It is calling you forward, but if you won’t go
Every step on your path will be fettered with woe.
At the drop of a negative thought, you’ve the choice
To reach for what feels better. Life can be made fun.

The only bondage there is is your holding back
From that which gently calls you. From there, excuses
Range widely for not going the way of your heart.
But don’t act in distress just to get a kickstart
To more fuss and confusion. One who refuses
The divine invitation is one sorry sack.

Get your ass in alignment with our earth mother
And be freed from the buildup of much resistance.
Then work on the part of you who has not a name
Yet who knows what you want most and how you may claim
All that you’ve wanted of material substance.
Making changes while happy is what you’d prefer.

Building up the momentum of your getting there…
To that place that you’re reaching, become more aware
Of the good things about your life. And in this way
Your journey will be joyful each and every day.
No reason on God’s green earth is there to despair.
All you need do is listen and take proper care.

The Recipe

The Way Of Good Living

All good things that are sought, created, and received
Are contained in The Recipe for wellbeing.
The basis of all life is freedom, and our quest
Is to seek out and find new joy and feel our best.
The command to get happy is worth obeying.
It’s the one best solution for all ills conceived.

How do I find my lover, or land that big job…
Or live happily ever after? Get Happy!
To get what I want, I have to get happy first,

Then all things that I’ve dreamed of are fully disbursed.
Staring down what I hate looking at too closely
Leads to failure, and self-confidence does it rob.

I can’t look at things that make me unhappy, then
Try to make myself joyful. That doesn’t work well.
Looking in the direction of what I prefer
Is the best way to get momentum to occur.
In a world of abundance my spirit must dwell.
I do not have to fix what I see as broken.

Practicing feeling wonderful narrows the gap
Between me and my wishes. They all can come true.
Anything I can do to distract myself from
The apparent dilemma can help overcome
The resistance I harbor. My fortune is due.
Universal forces I am willing to tap.

These Exact Words

Words Of Enlightenment

There’s a message from heaven inscribed on a scroll
In the soul of each person. It needs to be read
Silently and in private. It must be well known.
There are no excuses for why I haven’t grown
To my fullest potential and why I am led
Down the path of confusion? My Life Can Be Whole.

If it came as a person, this message from high,
He or she would be telling me that I am great
And that I am accomplished more so than I know.
It may seem at the moment there’s nothing to show
For the good that I’ve gathered. I’m here to create
A most blessed experience before I die.

Our vibrational credentials are powerful.
With them, we can do magic, and it’s expected
That we practice ‘til perfect the feeling of bliss.
We belong nowhere near an imagined abyss.
All in heaven insist that this message be spread
As a gentle reminder to cut through the bull.

“If it is so bad, then make it better somehow.”
This reply back to heaven is not quite the one
That will garner attention. “If I am so good,
Then bring wonderful things.”
This is well understood

By the provident forces who do get things done.
Knowing this, the allowing is up to me now.

Desantisy Land

World Of Horror

Right To Life is the message good Christians digest
But we should not protect children from a disease
That’s indeed a known killer? Hypocrisy reigns
In the sick hearts of those running evil campaigns
For their own selfish purposes. Can someone please
Tell me this isn’t happening? Give it your best.

Terrorized by white privilege and in a state
Of empowered pandemic, those people, I pray,
Who have some sense about them, find ways to escape
From the demon possessed. What is now taking shape
Is a case for mass murder. How can one betray
The respect for life basic? Perhaps it is hate.

If it’s hate and the demon has this much control
Over people’s wellbeing so personally
And beyond all known reason, can forces above
Rush into the abysmal and find in it love?
Those who reach high positions through dishonesty
Suck the life from a nation. In fact, it’s their goal.

Can I blame this on Putin? He did but ignite
What was already present. The hate that grows wild
In this field of the filthy was there from the start.
The momentum is felt as it flows through the heart.
Human rights of this nation, unjustly defiled,
 Still are something for which everyone has to fight.

If Your Reality Sucks…

The Perpetual Storm

Life on earth is like paradise? Give me a break!
For some maybe it’s that way, and I give them praise.
But for me it’s a toe jam upon the lame foot
Of an alien funk beast embedded with soot
From the hell realm it knows of. My heavy heart weighs
As earth’s gravity strengthens its creatures awake.

This “what is” tape I’ve been playing must see an end.
Keeping myself so low down is getting quite old.
No time is there for living the life of my dreams.
I know that I am someone whose loving heart beams.
Joyfulness and new freedom are mine to behold.
My life sucks like a black hole. I need to ascend.

The expanse is now realized, and it is vast.
From my present perspective all that I must do
Is to rewrite the story. ‘What is’ is old news.
The vibration of newness is what I may choose
Over what’s become ancient and no longer true
Because manifestation of things has been asked.

Healing self-talk is rational. I can accept
Things as they are and know that things are working out
To my ultimate pleasure. I need not to fret.
It is to my advantage that I not forget
That I’m good at receiving. Unjust is my doubt
Of the positive promise that my life has kept.

The Next Step

...On The Way To Fulfillment

Procedures within cycles within processes
I observe, then take caution. Ascension is far
To the goal that I’ve set. My vibration may be
Not as high as I need it to be completely
In the mode of receiving. Yet my prospects are
Excellent at the moment. I can be at ease.

My experience tells me that steps are required
To depart from one level and get to the next.
But the question is, “How do I move on from here?”
Fortunately, the answer is simple and clear.
Finding joy in the process, I’m not so perplexed
Even though there’s no evidence of what’s desired.

There must be the desire, but I need to allow
What I want to be handled. My giving it thought
Is the way that I block it from coming to be.
What others see as normal is magic for me.
My beliefs are a nuisance. With them I am caught
In calamitous thinking that I can’t avow.

The best tool used for climbing is meditation.
As it quiets the mind it will stop resistance
So that broader perspectives are open to me.
Obvious are the next steps when I finally
Stop believing that my climbing is done by chance.
From where I am my journey is all but begun.

Are Other People Real?

The Plasticity Apparent

This question that I must ask of my consciousness,
Wide awake and with focus upon humankind,
May be moot to most others who would call insane
Anyone who would ask it. Within their disdain
Is the key to the answer. Relief may I find
In engaging my asking, but not to excess.

People never are as I perceive them to be.
 Each of us wants to mold into specific shape
What we know through the senses. So, reality
Is just how I perceive it. And this I do see
As a fact most confounding. Is there an escape
From the pit of inscrutable uncertainty?

When connected to spirit, I see through the eyes
Of the source of all of us. The realer they are
They may rise to the image I see as their best.
They’re as real as I make them. This begs to suggest
That the eye that beholds others is just as far
From the truth, as imagined. My, what a surprise!

Chains of Pain are created through my observing
What I don’t care to look at, then adding to it
Some more doubt and confusion plus firm evidence
Of a flaw in the fabric of my existence.
The eye of the beholder sees what it sees fit
To be worthy and justified in its being.

Free From Resistance?

The State Of Allowance

I can’t get to where I want by trying to get
Away from where I am now, because in my heart
Resistance is apparent. Reduced current flow
From the source that connects me will pull my mood low.
In that way, I’m not able to get a fresh start
On a good course of action that I’ll not regret.

Moving forward is what I’ve resistance about.
Many things disappoint me. It’s not the right place
For the growth of my spirit. Trapped in a red zone
The vibration I’m feeling for cannot be known.
At my present location, my true self I chase.
Like a dog with its own tail, I’m spinning in doubt.

When I’m out of alignment then fear settles in.
All the negative aspects that I hold on to
Disallow moving forward to what I desire.
I can’t let then the good things I’ve asked for transpire.
Getting rid of resistance is something to do.
All I need to know is where and how to begin.

I can feel good where I am with what I’m doing
And my source knows the whole path that I need to take.
It knows also the obstacles that I place there.
Guiding me safely past them, surely it takes care
Of what I need not focus on. Now more awake
On the path I have chosen, life is fulfilling.

No Struggle Is Needed

Resistance Is Futile

When comparing myself to others, I am weak.
Can I learn how to not give my freedom away?
If I’m told, “Don’t be selfish,” does this really mean
“Give support to my selfishness?” I’m better seen
Through my own eyes – not others’. I need not betray
Who I am, and this attitude is not unique.

The changes that I go through are for me alone.
If I make them for others, then they control me.
I’m not here to adjust nor to solicit praise
For the life that I’m living, for I will always
Be connecting my own joy to those who must be
Satisfied with my living. My freedom is blown.

Others mean well, but they simply don’t understand
That the struggle they teach others is counting on
Those same people to do what they need them to do.
With this change in perception, I can follow through
To the next point of focus. By then may it dawn
Upon me that my worthiness is rather grand.

I am able to focus my thoughts anywhere
That I choose to direct them. From them emanate
Energy that the universe gladly receives.
It performs well its magic for one who believes
That it is most important to be in a state
Of complete self-fulfillment with much more to share.

Blue Shift

Inner Sense Of Direction

Any decrease in wavelength across the spectrum
Of a country divided must show an increase
In the heart-centered frequency of its people.
Zombified, the deplorables haven’t much pull.
Skirmishes will be noted. The madness will cease,
And the saner majority shall overcome.

In the toilet of Putin a mass of feces
Sits and stinks to low Hades of worldwide abuse.
History has not written yet what will unfold.
The sick souls of a small group are bought and controlled.
Human weakness exploited, evil will seduce
Politicians of purpose with relative ease.

In the visible spectrum of light can be seen
All the colors that make up world that is known.
Universal expansion, from our perspective,
Is without and within. And the way that we live
Reflects pitiful light upon how much we’ve grown.
Civil Rights is the target of the hate machine.

Yet, my view is blue shifted. The bias I own
Is of someone who’s hated for simply being.
So, I’ll claim some authority. That is my choice.
Everyone in a free nation has their own voice.
If it don’t do a whole lot, it’s awful freeing
To respond to the bullshit in my chosen tone.

The Universe

The Infinity Of Providence

Are their places like earth in the vastness of space
That can be visited by one’s inner being?
Can the clandestine contacts occurring right now
Become known to the whole population somehow?
That someday we may visit them for sightseeing
Is a boon to consciousness while spinning in place.

Yes, there are many places throughout the expanse.
Psychic is the connection among worlds afar.
If the question can be asked or if the desire
Is substantial, then it is enough to inspire
One to know without knowing who all beings are.
What occurs in the universe isn’t by chance.

There’s a clarification that has to be made.
In this time space reality there is so much
Potential for expansion, one can’t go beyond
What the mind can imagine, though we may respond
To the physical forces with which we’re in touch.
With a keen, subtle spirit, we’re on a crusade.

We’ve enough to take care of here, with who we are,
And the way that we steward and nurture our home.
Our minds cannot imagine the whole of all things.
The concept of physical eternity brings
To the consciousness infinite places to roam.
There will always be something exceedingly far.

The Help Of Spiritual Forces

Guidance Ever Present

Never am I alone even though it seems so.
I came screaming and kicking into what is now.
Some adjustment was needed with this attitude
For more positive insight on how life is viewed.
The clear message from spirit says I must allow
My wellbeing to happen by just letting go.

I am not being tested here but supported.
I am not being challenged. I’m being inspired
By the help of the unseen. This shift, I am told,
In my thinking will let better living unfold.
Finding something to fuss about is not required.
I can focus on being more joyful instead.

On the surface of life, the emotional grid
Is a calm, peaceful matrix, eternally wide.
But below there is turbulence. I can let go
Of what’s holding me down there. I’m grateful to know
That spiritual forces are all on my side
Only by my own choices is goodness forbid.

Everyone who has lived and died are present here.
What we try to call God are the spirits of those
Who have lived among us. Now in their own fullness,
They’re at pleasure to lovingly honor and bless
All that’s come into being. This consciousness knows
All that is wonderful and what all need to hear.

New Story

The Ever Unfolding Drama

Once upon a tough lifetime, the fool I became
Disconnected me from myself and family.
An awful disappointment I am to them now.
Resolution is futile. I can but allow
Divine guidance to soothe the decayed part of me
Who continues the story of sorrow and shame.

The process of atonement will not complete here
In the realm of the physical. It’s much too late.
Criminal are offenses that I’ve committed.
My life hangs by the tiniest bit of a thread.
Addicted to self-loathing, the hell I create
Is the product of thinking and acting from fear.

Any troublesome story deserves a rewrite
No matter how disgusting and vile it may be.
I’d been under the influence of human pain.
No regret have I. My actions I can’t explain.
I can remain the victim of insanity
Or amend the whole story to something more bright.

Life is short, and its meaning I’m left to pursue
Through intense introspection with much gratitude
For the lessons I’m given so that I may grow.
That I am worthy is all that I need to know.
If I don’t take this attitude, then I am screwed.
Any story can be changed to something brand new.

The Cycle

The Infinity Of Providence

There are cycles unending wherein I am one
With all others on this earth and all that exists.
How do I lead my consciousness of time and space
To evoke the momentum of God’s loving grace?
Within all life’s occurrences motion persists
Only in one direction and never is done.

Contemplating on cycles, I feel out the parts
That each one is made up of. Must there be contrast
So that goodness can be seen amid the chaos?
Can I manage somehow to stop thinking of loss
Long enough to allow good momentum to last?
Since each has no beginning, can there be false starts?

There are steps to creation. The yearning I feel
Causes asking, which causes motion, then forces
Of the universe amplify what has been made.
Only through my impatience is goodness delayed.
Maintaining the alignment with who my source is
Is the grease for the axle that quiets the wheel.

Maintenance of continuance rightly includes
Times of darkness. To get through them, and then to grow…
It’s a life I’m well suited for. Which path I choose
At any given moment is either the blues
Or the way of fulfillment. What more need I know?
I’m aware of the wonder each cycle exudes.

With Every Step

Certain Incremental Relief

Can I think of but one thing that turns me away
From the path I have taken? Back to feeling whole
Is what I now am asking for. Can my belief
That a simple thought can give me more than relief
From the confounding issues that plague my lost soul
Have within it the answer? I pray that it may.

Throughout life, there are crossroads and forks all along.
I can get closer or further from my desire
By how I choose to feel every step of the way.
Each one is a decision point. Rather than stay
In a funk, I can let divine forces conspire
To bring manifestation sufficient and strong.

I must tune my vibration. I cannot demand
That the universe give me gratification
In an instant. My job is to feel my way there.
Living is too important for me not to care
How I feel in each moment on my path begun.
Feeling just a tad better is wholesomely grand.

Feeling good while I’m stepping, I’m marching toward
All the things that delight me. I’ll be offered more
Than I could have imagined. I’m given contrast
For magnificent deciphering, then it’s passed
Again back to the universe who’s working for
My most cherished of wishes. They are not ignored.

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.