Why need anything exist? What was the intent
Of the all-knowing being who made it all be?
Did it all up and happen without consciousness
Being present? I’m confounded, nevertheless
I’m obliged to find answers that satisfy me.
Until then I’m in a sort of predicament.
Why not cut to the chase? The big bang was the start
Of a thing that’s by now rather old and boring
To the one who’s impatient. I need to know when
It will all be concluded. What I will do then
Is uncertain. I may just end up ignoring
Everything and be absent of a happy heart.
It takes no patience when I’m only focusing
On things that feel good then patience I redefine
As pure anticipation of what’s coming next.
In this way there’s no reason for feeling perplexed
About beingness and the will of the divine.
A small tweak in my thinking can mean everything.
Patience doesn’t mean my doing something that I’d
Rather not then forcing myself to be happy.
I don’t need things to happen to make me feel good.
I’m much better off when this is well understood.
My emotional guidance system is for me
An asset and a thing in which I can confide.