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Freewheeling Focus

The Wheel Of Feeling

Focusing is a habit quite easy to learn.
It is most beneficial in clarifying
How I feel about something I truly desire
Or of some earthly station to which I aspire
And it is spiritually edifying.
As I practice it helps me to better discern.

I can focus on things that are other than nice
With but minimal effort automatically.
When I do I create troublesome momentum.
I cannot then complain of the heartache to come.
But to focus on the things that make me happy
Is an intimate pleasure like sugar and spice.

People are doing focus wheels often these days.
Exercise of the psyche causes rescripting
Of the negative aspects of my here in now.
Through the process of writing I best can allow
The buildup of emotion. It is everything
As opposed to pure logic and its stringent ways.

I like being a poet. I do fairly well.
I produce tons of content. It comes easily.
I do know people read it and find some delight.
There’s no doubt whatsoever that I’m doing right
By the spirit with me. I am proud to be
One who’s learned a few secrets. I’m willing to tell.

The Real Me

The Self Undefined

I pretend to be someone significantly small
Compared to who I really am. Poor little me
Is afflicted with beingness. Can I awake
From this dream of my selfhood? Was it a mistake
That the universe carelessly caused me to be?
My flirtation with waking up leads to my fall.

What the whole universe is doing I do too.
Waking up is the realization that I
Am something that the whole universe does just as
The wave is something that the ocean does. Life has
Dualistic convergence. I exemplify
All there is as one being with one point of view.

Not like being locked in a dark room forever
Will it be when I die. That’s not experience.
Nonexistence everlasting is so absurd.
Only from fearful people is such a thing heard.
When I wake up from this life the next will commence,
And this self that I am now will exist no more.

Consciousness is continuous. As people die,
More come into existence. I am every one
But can only experience one at a time.
As I am this one now, my awareness is prime,
And I know that I will never get it all done.
I’ve respect for the laws with which I must comply.

The Most Difficult Thing To Explain

Existence

Who was I in my past life? Who am I right now?
How long will it take to attain liberation?
These questions all have answers, but who wants to know
Is the one most important if I want to grow.
It all comes back to myself because I’m the one
Who provides the right answer without knowing how.

Yoga teaches that breathing is how I find out
Who I am at my core. Simply I’ll meditate
On the question intently until there’s a clue,
But indeed the most difficult thing I could do
Is explain me to anyone else or placate
Others with my performance while fettered in doubt.

Is the root of the matter to get something done?
Doing things cause problems more often than not.
It’s amazingly simple to just be at ease
With this moment eternal. There’s no one to please
But the self who deserves it much more than a lot.
There’s no doubt in my mind that this life can be fun.

Death and suffering cannot be problems I face.
They’re merely consequences that living creates.
Yet the worst kind of suffering is when I think
That there is a way out, but I’m just not in sync.
That I Am in this moment further demonstrates
My existence is solid and worthy of grace.