Tag Archive | achievement

Business

Perpetual Collaboration

If you want to do business then go right ahead.
Stop asking yourself questions and living in doubt
That it can ever happen. Your nine to five job
That you’ve come to despise definitely will rob
You of happiness which is what life is about.
It’s not healthy to continue something you dread.

Just Do It! But don’t do it because someone claims
To have made tons of money. It is but a scam.
Do what you do with passion. What comes from the heart
Is of intrinsic value. The moment you start
Seeing yourself as worthy you won’t give a damn
Any longer about playing sick social games.

Many people believe they are incapable
Of achieving great things so they settle for less
Than they’re worth. They are living mediocracy.
Believing this is the only way things can be,
In their lives they achieve little to no success,
And happiness is always inaccessible.

Once you have decided, know your industry well.
Learn from those at the top. Research all that you can.
Find your niche, and be master of what you provide
To the world. What you love is done with special pride.
Get with likeminded people, and stick to your plan.
Go the path that the passionate heart does compel.

Whatever You Want

Your Heart's Desire Delivered

Once upon a time there was a monk who used to
Shout at people while sitting by the river bank.
“Whatever you want, you will get,” he’d loudly say
To passersby. This is all he did all damned day.
No one bothered to listen to him or to thank
Him for his most kind blessing to not just a few.

People thought that the old monk was wise but insane.
They ignored him completely except for one day
When a young man approached him and asked, “Is this true
That whatever I want I will get? And are you
Able to give it to me? What price must I pay?
What can I do to realize maximum gain?”

“I can give you want you want,” the old monk replied,
“You just have to become me, but first tell me what
It is that you want.” “…To become a rich person,”
Said the young man. The old monk saw that he was one

Who was ready. He saw that his mind was not shut
To the wisdom offered him. The man was wide eyed.

“Time and Patience are the most precious gems there are
In the world. Never waste your time on foolishness.
No one is stronger than time, and there is no wealth
Greater than our patience which ensures our good health.”

The man went on to experience great success.
Everyone knows an old monk who’s not very far.

Things Will Change

The inevitable Action of Being

Happiness is a simple choice. Hard it may be
To let go of the need to control everything.
The greatest dilemma to befall humankind
Is demanding that conditions be well defined
Before some satisfaction does efforting bring.
It’s not by desperation that one becomes free.

Can I be happy in this moment anyway
Without something pleasing outside me to occur?
I can’t control conditions. They’re impossible.
There must be some solution. I remain hopeful
That a positive change, one that I’d most prefer,
Can happen from within me. I pray that it may.

There are only two choices. My environment
I can respond to, then try to manhandle it
Into humble submission. Or I can create
A vibration of happiness to orchestrate
The environment I want. It’s best I commit
To the feeling of living in full enjoyment.

Conjuring up an image is how to begin
To get my circumstances to respond in kind
To the image created. The changes will come
If I can stop the habit of beating the drum
Of unworthy crusades. I can leave them behind.
Nothing will change outside until there’s change within.

The Biggest Joke Of All

The Illusory Duo

Jokes I play on myself are imaginative.
If it weren’t for my trick self, I’d have none at all.
Some say I should get rid of it, But I cannot,
Because it thinks like I do. I’m all that it’s got.
Mostly it takes the big roles. I’m left with the small.
I ask myself if this is the right way to live.

But, alas, it can’t answer. It thinks everything
Is an intricate puzzle it only can solve.
When it can’t, it’s frustrated, as if it exists
As a viable entity. On it persists
In its ‘it-centric’ world where all things must revolve.
Onto some sense of purpose this person must cling.

So, there’s no getting rid of this subsequent dude
Come about like a tattoo etched over decades
Of abuse of his surface – a time tapestry
Of eternal becoming. The ink runs through me
But shows up not through thick skin. Freely it pervades
And presents as my ego. As such, I am screwed.

I end up doing nothing and leaving it to
That which is ever conscious and omni aware.
I can’t grasp nor rid myself of all I become.
I alone cannot get it. The getting comes from
Consciousness Universal which is everywhere.
There’s no need to get anything but a damned clue.

Fresh Advice For The Times

Cooperative Forces

Tough as nails is the business of staying alive
In a world that keeps changing, for better or worse.
At this point in time, the fate of humanity,
Operating from instinct still, brash and beastly,
May see its own extinction. Its self-contained curse
Focuses on the frictions that we all contrive.

Friction is but a blessing seen in its pure light.
Resistance is required for our survival,
For without it, too much ease in life will occur.
Opposition dealt with yields the growth we prefer.
Without fear we must welcome its kind arrival.
Seeing things in a new way makes living alright.

Knowing why there’s a problem with myself is key
To better understanding of what I create.
If I know not what ails me I cannot move past
The unknown thing that festers perversely steadfast.
I’m aware that my world is of evil and hate.
It must be a sight issue. That’s how I must see.

Loving myself I always will, even through hell.
I’ll believe I’m in heaven and up the ante
Loving myself so damned much that nothing matters.
Once I reach that awareness I can love others
Without needing theirs back. It can surely free me
From chronic people pleasing. For now, I am well.

The Real Me

At The Brink Of Awakening

The performance of someone who seems to be me
Is audaciously tricky that it would attempt
To tempt me with the promise of full possession
Of what I have already, yet it has but none
Of the pure essence of me. The ego unkempt
On a world of stage acting has such need to be.

Its craving for acceptance renders it unseen.
If it lets down its armor this may not be true.
Ancient is the fine art that the ego knows well.
Its sole purpose for existing is to compel
Itself and perceived others to perform on cue.
If they don’t then the actor can be rather mean.

What it manifests matters but not a whole lot.
It may take reaching great heights to then realize
That it finds no contentment. So does it matter
That all hopes, dreams, and wishes surely must occur?
Both viewers and projectors are what are the eyes
Running a second story with another plot.

The Great Powerful Wizard Of Oz needs a rest,
As its body and mind grow weary of the act
That it thinks it must maintain to make a big name
Of itself on some world stage. It is not the same
As the one who is nameless. Staying in contact
With that one ensures me that my acting is blessed.