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The Ego’s Reflections

Self Reflections

I can’t give you a dozen apples unless I
Go and get them from somewhere. What else could I do?
If I haven’t love in my heart then I can’t give
It to anyone else. If the way that I live
Is unworthy because of the things that I do
Then I cannot give up on my wondering why.

If what I have in my heart is raging contempt
For another then what’s reflected back to me
Is the worst in all people and I’ll attract those
Of a pugnacious nature and those who oppose
Any semblance of peace or generosity.
My vibration would be decidedly unkempt.

Reflections on our inner worlds can show us parts
Of ourselves that are hidden from our awareness
Consciously otherwise. They tell us what we need
To work on. As the spirit within us is freed
Whatever we focus on will be a success.
It may feel good to us to uplift others’ hearts.

A reflection of our thoughts, beliefs, and feelings
Is our lives. Our relationships, home lives, careers
And so on show us what we can appreciate
And what to do more work on. The lives we create
For ourselves take us to fascinating frontiers.
All things are possible when the happy heart sings.

About Life

Family Cutout

Is this universe friendly or is it hostile?
Which is it? Is it filled with evil and hatred?
Is it one of benevolence and harmony?
Ask this question of yourself because it is the
Most important one in life so go right ahead
With your answer. It shouldn’t take you a long while.

What you see is what you get. If you see anger,
Desolation, and sorrow then that’s what will be
Much of your life experience. If you see love
Everywhere then love will be the basic part of
Your existence. Don’t you want to live happily?
Think about your life in the way you would prefer.

Change the way that you look at things and when you do
Those things will change to match what you now have in mind.
Science has proven this by now so it’s a fact.
Every thought that you think has a subtle impact
On your point of attraction so be more inclined
To think thoughts that are most beneficial to you.

Any situation is far less important
Than your interpretation of it. Anything
In life is simply a product of the meaning
Given to it. Give your soul a thorough cleaning.
Onto old destructive behaviors do not cling.
Things you can do are more that the things that you can’t.

Patience

Colorful Time

One of the most virtuous qualities of pure
Being is patience. It is the capacity
To accept or to tolerate trouble, delay,
Or suffering without getting stuck in dismay.
Fortitude, composure, and equanimity
Are the attributes of patience that will endure.

Patient people are much better able to cope
With negative situations and folks without
Complaining, getting angry, or acting rashly.
One’s capacity for patience naturally
Will increase as one begins to know without doubt
It’s true nature and essence with regard to hope.

Understanding one’s true self is understanding
Others’ also. Instead of becoming upset
With yourself, others, or a screwed-up circumstance,
One can realize that there’s a much better chance
Of recovery if one is willing to let
Go of what keeps one’s consciousness from expanding.

We need to eliminate anger from our minds.
The lower levels of consciousness we transcend
As we open our hearts to higher truth. Patience
Becomes a dynamic and fun experience.
Energized by intention one can comprehend
Spiritual alignment and joy of all kinds.

Forgiveness

Freedom Of Release

An intentional and voluntary process
By which one undergoes a change in feelings and
Attitude regarding an offense – this is what
Is defined as forgiveness. When the heart is shut
It can’t happen, so it’s helpful to understand
The most beneficial nature of forgiveness.

Forgiveness is a powerful spiritual
Tool especially for people willing to move
Away from the lower levels of consciousness.
It’s a virtuous act. You don’t have to express
To the offender your change of heart because you’ve
Reached a place where you’re not into that rationale.

Emotional forgiveness is for you – not the
Offender. Scientific studies have proven
That people who forgive are much happier than
Those who harbor resentments. So make it a plan
To forgive your trespassers. Healing begins when
You decide that it’s healthier to be hate free.

People are programmed by society and past
Karmic tendencies. The collective ignorance
Of the world keeps folks trapped in the lower levels.
Justified is our anger, and it bedevils
Our behavior. Are we in a spiral death dance?
Can forgiveness become a part of the forecast?

Speak Up For Yourself

A Meeting

This world gives you two choices. You either can be
A bully or a doormat. This kind of thinking
Can get you into troublesome situations
With others, but the wisest people are the ones
Who know there are more choices. They are unshrinking
In the ways of relating most positively.

How do you Speak Up For Yourself without being
Angry and aggressive? You are always speaking
Up for yourself vibrationally. This is true.
The entire universe is responding to you.
It will bring to you whatever you are seeking.
With the process you must be fully agreeing.

Getting in someone’s face is clearly not the way
To resolve any issue. It makes things much worse.
Come into alignment with what you want and then
Speak from pure inspiration. It is only when
You rely on the power of the universe
Are you given the appropriate words to say.

When you have a strong negative reaction to
Some injustice, the question becomes apparent.
Do you brood in it and talk to others about
Your mistreatment? Do you get a bullhorn and shout
To the world all about it? Don’t be declarant
Of perceived lack of power. It is within you.

I’m Sick Of My Life

A Severely Depressive Episode

I’m so sick of my life. I am forty years old.
I am single. I make less than minimum wage,
And I live with my mother. I have not a clue
As to what on God’s green earth I’m able to do.
It’s not wise, but I find myself prone to engage
In self-pity. My displeasure I’ll not withhold.

Where am I on the standard emotional scale?
Somewhere south of frustration but not quite despair?
It feels mostly like anger. If I reach for blame,
Will I feel some relief, or will I feel the same?
My emotional journey is taken with care
Blame feels better than anger, so I will prevail.

The economy sucks, therefore, I remain stuck
In a huge rut without any room to advance.
Had I been guided differently as a child,
Then much better prepared I’d have been for this wild
World of infinite contrast. I don’t have a chance
Due to circumstance. I remain straight out of luck.

Now, that feels a lot better. I have shifted my
Vibration just a little. A different place
I’m now in. Opportunities are within reach
That were not a short while ago, and within each
Journey of feeling taken, there can be found grace.
There’s so much to gain as I give this thing a try.

Don’t Get Angry

Controlling Negative Emotion

There’s so much to be angry about. Look around
At this world gone psychotic. People everywhere
Congregate with their hatred fully on display.
Discordant, uncomfortable things people say
To provoke confrontation reveal the despair
In the heart of humanity. It is profound.

If such people show up in my experience,
Even if it is only one other, it means
That I’m hooked into that part of them. It is by
My attention to ‘their’ issue. It’s best that I
Remain silent. Why can I not avoid such scenes?
Momentum preestablished is loud and intense.

I’ll do my best to feel good. It isn’t easy
When something important in my life is at stake.
Energy flowing through me bypasses the mind.
Strong reactions are normal, although they’re unkind.
I’ll relax and breath deeply. The time that I take
To detach from the negative is good for me.

Injustice teases anger. What next do I do?
Do I brood in it, spin with it, and talk about
It with others? For me, there’s a much better way
To deal with righteous anger. I’m willing to stay
Far away from circumstances that freak me out.
To this self who is peaceful, I must remain true.

Triggered

Natural Response

Something crawls into consciousness out of nowhere.
Does it have any business there? I cannot know
Until it has become me. By then it’s too late.
If it’s toxic it will put me into a state
Of anxiety. If I let its presence grow,
It may lead to distress and to utter despair.

More strongly as I feel it, and time elapses,
After having been overcome with emotion,
I then realize that this has happened again.
I know by past experience what happens when
I stay there. Negative momentum is begun.
My belief in my own wellbeing collapses.

The duration had been short. In pain I’d act out
With the mind disagreeing with the emotion.
Rational thought is futile when I am this way.
Sometimes I would stay triggered for more than a day.
In this way, it is hard to accept the notion
That I could feel much better. I’m fettered in doubt.

Processing the emotions associated
With the trauma is needed. I can overcome
Much of it by exploring it all fearlessly.
Through guidance and acceptance I have come to be
In a much better way and a lot freer from
My past trauma. A new life has been created.

Never Be Angry?

Control Of The Inner Flame

Open flames give off heat. What a revelation!
It’s no wonder that when I touch one I get burned.
Logic dictates that it’s best for me to avoid
Anything that is painful or gets me annoyed.
Should my sources of agony be of concern?
When I am burning what should be the duration?

Discordant and uncomfortable people show
Up in my life because I’m hooked into that part
Of their energy. It’s a co-creative dance
That holds me in a most difficult circumstance.
Some people are like burners. It’s not very smart
To go near their direct flame. This much I do know.

If I have touched a hot stove, the question should be,
“What do I do next?” The answer comes right away.
“Take your hand off the hot stove immediately!
It’s not worth abundance, wellness, and clarity.
In this awful condition do you want to stay?”

That this is good advice I would have to agree.

The next time that I feel anger or injustice,
I might say to myself, “I’ve not yet decided
How long I will use you to not let myself be
In a state of wellbeing. You definitely
Did me wrong, and my anger can’t be derided,
But I’d rather be free to experience bliss.”

Peace Of Mind

Calmness Of Spirit

Marvelous and magnificent, the human brain
Can become fettered with anger and jealousy.
The balance of warmheartedness is essential
To its healthy performance. Then everything shall
Become as peaceful as it could possibly be.
Otherwise, the imbalance may drive one insane.

Negative emotions stem from self-centeredness.
Instead of bringing happiness and peace, they bring
Only problems. War is part of humanity.
As a species, we are a natural pity.
Can there be something done to reverse this whole thing?
Issues of our behavior we could well address.

Along with physical hygiene we need to teach
Children to cultivate emotional hygiene
So they can learn how to tackle their destructive
Emotions and have Peace Of Mind. This way to live,
For oneself and the planet, is wholesome and clean.
Believing in salvation is not a far reach.

People who have an altruistic attitude
Are much happier, healthier, and more at peace.
Scientists say that anger will lead to disease.
It would behoove the whole world to finally seize
Logical information. World anger may cease.
For thought, this is especially important food.

The Meaning Of Life

Of Ultimate Purpose

“What’s the meaning of meaning?” someone may inquire
If asked, “What is the meaning of life?” The answer:
Why do surfers take surf boards and go ride the waves?
It’s not to smooth the ocean out, and no one craves
Teaching fish how to swim on top of the water.
They do it just because it’s something they desire.

The meaning of meaning means does it have purpose…
Is there some rhyme or reason for it to occur?
The purpose and the reason for life is the thrill
Of achieving alignment. The key is to chill
And allow things to happen as you would prefer.
Meaning is something that is easy to discuss.

The basis of life is freedom and the result
Is expansion, exposure, opportunity,
And desire for experience in the contrast.
While you are on earth you should be having a blast.
Joyful and triumphant is how you want to be.
To not be who you are is the gravest insult.

Life itself is the meaning of life. Feeling it
Pouring through you is exhilarating and fun.
To see manifestation happen in response
To your proper alignment in sheer nonchalance
Is the meaning of life. Surely you are the one
Who it’s meant for. It is for your full benefit.

Feel Good Now!

Instant Satisfaction

I cannot disallow the wellbeing to come
While allowing it. This law is spiritual.
I can make up my mind which one that it will be.
My set point of attraction is vital to me.
I shall give it more attention than usual.
My good feeling is where all good tidings come from.

What is is but a snapshot of patterns of old
And it matters not one bit to how I feel now.
But how I feel about what is matters a lot.
My emotional state has more power than thought.
It is good that I know how to feel and allow.
Life is filled with wonderful things I may behold.

It must be all that matters, for life is in vain
If I don’t make it paramount that I feel good.
I can do something about the way that I feel
In any given moment. This has great appeal
To my true self excited. It is understood
By my heart and my mind. There is wisdom to gain.

Since there’s so much to choose from about what is now
And I have the freedom enjoyed by everyone
I can pick something critical and give it hell
Or something to appreciate wherein I dwell
In the state of good fortune. I’m having much fun
Now that I’ve made the right decision to allow.

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.

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?

Life Or Death

Choice Or Sentance

It’s a matter of being – or not being here.
In one tenth of an instant all life could be gone.
Then what happens thereafter? Don’t go there so fast.
Though the grips of electrons at best only last
But a non-fatal flailing… do curse the new dawn.
Obstacles are withstanding. I can’t disappear.

Fascination I’m left with – it’s all that remains –
For the movement of particles… or anything
Well accustomed to light speed. I live for the spark
That gives honor to contrast between light and dark.
Only when it gets awful, destructive thinking
Leaves me languidly livid – the worst of all pains.

Living just for this moment, relief I do find.
Distraction from rejection is re-translation
Of the latter to loveliness, but at a cost
To the hurtful part of me who is rather lost
In this world become nasty beyond all reason.
Can creatures like electrons be known to be kind?

 If ever the thereafter consumes my yearning
For the pain to be over, the present is one
That cannot be mistaken for past rotten deeds
Perpetrated in darkness for my selfish needs.
That I get to remain here, true justice is done.
On no thin thread of mercy I’m willing to cling.

Anger Management?

To Hot To Be Cool

Situations control human emotions, But
This is simply ass backwards. The way it should be
Is that consciousness creates circumstances all.
Anger is not a program that wants to install
Itself in vulnerable people. Consciously
Is the choice made to be upset and in a rut.

I need not avoid anger. When driving a car
I’m aware of all obstacles and the guard rails,
And of people mis-crossing, and critters, and such.
I don’t watch for the moon, though, for it doesn’t touch
Any part of the circumstance. Madness prevails
When the path becomes cluttered. I have gone too far.

So, the moon is no threat to me, nor I to it.
Satellites in their orbits that I’ve created
Often drop down and menace my mismanaged mood
To the point where I can be most hostile and rude.
Anger fucks with the body. Should I end up dead,
It would be but my own fault, I’d have to admit.

When outside situations are fine, so am I,
And when they are a challenge, let down I do feel.
Circumstances control me. This cannot be good.
My control of my faculties, if understood,
Then allows me the freedom to release and heal.
I create what I live through and love knowing why.

Being Triggered

Remotely Controlled

My anger is explosive. It sneaks up on me
Like a flimsy hair trigger. I can get upset
In one tenth of a moment. It happens so fast
That reactive behavior comes on with a blast
Meant to show I can be a formidable threat
To those who dare oppose me to any degree.

At issue is the pain body. It’s a dense field
Of life energy where pain and anger are stored.
If I’m not aware that the pain body exists,
Then I am yet unconscious, and chaos persists.
After my ill performance I see no reward
But emotional baggage foolishly revealed.

Full identification with the pain body
Means that I and my ego and it are the same
Which is false, but while unconscious, thinking it’s true,
I’m a slave to its drama. Then what can I do
But to fly off the handle? The aim to be tame
Is one taken in wisdom. It’s better for me.

That I have a pain body I must be aware
But in absolute presence and knowing full well
That I’m separate from it. It then dissipates.
I don’t want to be someone who constantly hates.
Through the practice of presence in peace I may dwell.
Contentment in the moment is what I find there.

The Roots Of Anger

On the Horizon of Hate

There’s a root to my anger. When it cripples me,
I’ve but one of two choices. The wrong one results
In destructive behavior and harm to my health.
Like three ships into sunset accustomed to stealth
On the stillness of sea, the intention insults
Who I am at my best. Disturbed I mustn’t be.

Once I know where those roots are, I can overcome
How they feed through their festering into my peace.
Until then, I’m a loose cannon and a time bomb
Who may do harm to self or others without qualm.
So to heal and get past things, it’s best to release
Energy that is toxic and makes the heart numb.

The process of the healing begins with reaching
From oppressed to oppressor to let it be known
That the bad perpetrated has done the one harm,
And that one does one’s best with intent to disarm.
Asking help from the other will help both atone.
In the final analysis, it’s no big thing.

But it isn’t that way always. Deep rooted hate
Along gender and racial lines practiced worldwide
Passed down through generations is most powerful
And complex as the dickens, therefore it is bull.
Suffering is not mindful and can’t be a guide
In transforming my anger by what I create.

A Display Of Hysterics

Emotional Outbreak

It’s a dark simulation. Our souls make their way
To these game token bodies of weak flesh and bone.
But this isn’t a real place, and what we do here
Is a delicate balance between love and fear.
Each of us is an island that floats on its own.
Nothing is worth the bother to hear what we say.

This is not true for everyone. I’ll walk it back.
There’s a game being played here, but some can’t take part.
It’s as if they’ve no vocal cords yet try to speak
And expect to heard. I’m about out of cheek
Because there’s no more turning. This world breaks my heart
And since no one is reading this I’m right on track.

Often I get hysterical and I lash out.
I am that anti-social I’ll curse everyone
Because I have a website. No one plays along.
Others have one but because I do It’s just wrong.
Friends and family would have me take a handgun
To my head rather than look at what I’m about.

Everyone plays this bullshit with me and it hurts
To the depths of my soul, and it makes me insane.
I’m an angry old bastard. Do Not Fuck With Me!
This Game Is An Illusion. That much I can see.
Twisted Twilight Zone episodes are for whose gain?
Friendliness is fake tool to fuel just deserts.

And do I waste my time here? Again, there’s no ‘here,’
But a ‘somewhere’ to suffer one’s plight upon stage.

People are fun to play with, but not in this hell
Where I’m just not worth looking at. This evil spell
Is not what I’ll get used to. I’ll nurture my rage
To the point of explosion. To no one I’m dear.

Hello, Cruel World…

Nativity and Death

What I offer to this world, this word doesn’t want.
That it’s been such a struggle is more than a clue.
How does it all affect me? My bowels are a mess.
I’ve made light of my issues, but now I confess
That I don’t have an inkling for what I should do.
I came with a few talents, but nothing to flaunt.

As it seems, the dark cloud hangs not over my head.
I am fully engulfed in it. None can I see
As a source of fulfillment. I cry right out loud…
Have I done anything for which I can be proud?
When the sole benefactor turns out to be me
Then it makes perfect sense that I’m better off dead.

But, of course, what seems obvious a remedy
Is a thing that society deems as unfair
So much so, it’s a crime among modern-day folk.
It behooves me to see I’m the brunt of a joke
Of profound insignificance. Shocked in despair,
I shall keep on expressing ‘til I cease to be.

Lunar Return

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Suppose I am as real as all that I perceive.
That’s a bold hypothetical! I can’t be sure
If my being has meaning. Prue rage leaves no doubt
That perceptions perceive me. Why do I act out?
All existence to me is an ill with no cure.
If I felt any other way, I’d be naïve.

Is it because it’s Wednesday? I’m mad every day
Because days become vicious then shift into night
Then along comes the next day. All remains the same.
Life plays me like an audio/video game
So the way that I must act must be wrong or right.
Every month, when the moon howls, we both have our say.

Yet, the moon isn’t full now. Have I then misspoke?
It remains full of itself regardless of how
We on earth may perceive it. I guess that’s my point.
Tidal waves, like emotions, are doomed to anoint
Every moment that I have, except for right now
Where all meaning available I may evoke.

Live Anger Free?

TheMagicRealist.com

If my responsibility for how I act
Is an accurate image of just how I feel,
Then how come I don’t care if I’m driven insane
To the point where deep anger is hard to contain?
Livid hallucination is tempered surreal
And played out in atrocity for full impact.

People don’t carry buttons that they press at will
To control my emotions for better or worse.
That’s a bit of fake news I can live well without.
Human nature is troublesome without a doubt.
If someone else could control me, that would be a curse.
I alone push my buttons with unconscious skill.

I control how I feel. That’s a good thing to know
And to remind myself of more often than not.
I’ve a fondness for fooling with switches and dials.
I shall mess with my own and then generate smiles.
No one can make me angry, and they shouldn’t ought.
Since I know I control myself, I’m good to go.