Is it possible that I don’t ask hard enough?
That it hasn’t come true yet is clear in my mind.
Can’t I just let the process work out on its own?
I can’t be in the receiving mode if I moan
About what hasn’t happened. Comfort I can find
In the fact that my focus is making things tough.
I can’t hold myself in the awareness of lack
And expect good to happen. It works not that way.
I must feel the excitement and then let it go
Or else build more upon it so that it may grow
To obsessive magnificence, and I will stay
In sublime expectation. All is well on track.
Ask briefly then expect. That’s the best way to go.
I can feel how keen my awareness is of things
As they are – somewhat hopeless. It adds resistance
Into the whole equation. I welcome the chance
To test infinite powers. How I’m feeling brings
About manifestations of joy or sorrow.
I want there to be safety and justice for all.
Those conditions I can’t control. What I can do
Is keep myself creatively focused on joy.
Nothing but my awareness of hate can destroy
Any hope of fulfillment. I am the one who
Makes the final decision to engage the small.