Were I ready to live a new life of splendor
I’d be living it rather than writing about
How my sorry assed life compares to most others.
Fortunate is that my true self never concurs.
It is only the human confounded in doubt
Who’s always ready to give itself a low score.
How can I stop my doing that thing that I do
Which involves looking at where things cannot be found?
Could I practice on things that are somewhat easy
Like knowing that I’m worthy although I may be
An oblique mechanism of clockwork unwound?
I know that I’m someone who is not without clue.
Reaching for satisfying thoughts gets easier.
With attention diverted from the nagging thing,
I am free to explore others not related.
As long as it feels better I’ll go right ahead
With the things that I’m thinking. I know this will bring
Blessings to me, the treasured experiencer.
There’s no price that I must pay. I am deserving
By virtue of my being. This I must believe
Yet not call it survival. I feel not a threat.
Maybe life hasn’t gotten the best of me yet.
I’ll strive to always be in the mode to receive
What is best from the universe. It’s my calling.