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Desires

Sweetest Spices Of Life

I can create realities, each different
Than the other, and I don’t need anybody
Else to kindly agree with me. That’s up to me.
Satisfied I am mostly with all that I see.
Life has caused me to tell it just how it should be
In the way that it keeps me just shy of content.

Life, I know, hears what I say and feels what I feel,
Having had my acquaintance for so long by now.
Yet the question is always, Where am I in all
That I’ve asked since I’ve been here?
It hasn’t been small.

All that I need some help with is how to allow
Earth’s bounty to consume me in ways that are real.

All that I want I do not have, and it’s okay.
In the purest vibrational form they exist.
This day has been a good day. I learned a bit more
How to look at life not as a hard karmic chore
But a marvelous mission where souls may enlist.
Tomorrow I’ll do better than I did today.

Tonight’s rest is forthcoming. As I drift to sleep
I’ll attract nothing thought wise. This shell I vacate
To let forces of nature do as they are meant.
There’s no reason why I can’t be much more content
Than I was for today and maintain such a state.
I’ll start off on a good foot. My wholeness I’ll keep.

An Amazing Life

Wholesome Being

Why does ‘what is’ often dominate my life game?
It need not be that way, but the reason is clear.
I put way too much credence in my five senses
Which is fine for the ego and its defenses
But to pay more attention to what we hold dear
Is to live life in absence of sorrow and shame.

Among known ways of knowing, emotions are those
Which are subtle yet potent in how I behave.
We pay little attention to how they evolve
Until suddenly there’s a big problem to solve.
How we feel is important. Much grief one does save
In the process of living as consciousness grows.

I can hear you and touch you and that is okay.
Satisfaction and wonder my senses give me.
But to say that ‘I’m sensing you’ is but to say
I can feel your awareness of me through the day.
There’s a sense of fulfillment knowing I can be
In the state of connection the natural way.

My emotional center I can establish
Then more dominant than the senses it can grow.
My awareness of living is bound to improve.
Personal encounters evidently will move
With the flow of magnificence, and I will know
What it’s like to live life on the cusp of a wish.

Negative People

Out Of Alignment?

One could claim the excuse, “Everyone is this way.
All the world is uptight. More things get on our nerves
Than we can safely handle. So, why not complain?”

When in fact they’re just negative, though not insane.
Every step in the process of living deserves
Its own way of expressing its acquired dismay.

If I find myself caught in the midst of a few
Who are ‘not in alignment’ with all that they should,
It could only mean I’ve got a wobble in mine.
If I need them to act right so I can feel fine,
Misery will be with me, and that is not good.
All it means is that there is some work I must do.

They’re still in the hard asking mode, so they may ask
Really good questions. And I’ll receive the answers
A lot better. I know that I’m stable enough
That I don’t need conditions. The heck with that stuff.
It would be like relying on mood enhancers
That wear off without notice. One’s life is a task.

Giving folks the permission to feel what they must
Gives me also the ok to be negative.
All of it makes the world go round. All is a part
Of the whole of existence. Magnificent art
Is where one is more able to bless and forgive.
One need not endure torment. One need only trust.

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.