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Loosen Up!

Too Hard At Work

All good work is exciting when you first start out.
Then as time goes by life happens and frustration
Is experienced often. The work must go on
But it’s now an entrapment. Ambition is gone
And there’s not enough time left for recreation.
Your dreams for the future are now riddled with doubt.

Don’t Be Tense. To be tense is the surest way to
Fail in any undertaking great or not so.
Your success is a splendid thing but don’t pursue
It too tensely. It will suck the life out of you
If you do it, and you will have nothing to show
For the struggle in all of the work that you do.

There’s an attitude of mind which may be compared
To a clenched fist, a knitted brow, set teeth… and this
Kind of attitude cannot bring any success.
What it will do is make you ill because of stress.
If you play your life like a game then you won’t miss
Opportunities which with others can be shared.

Beyond your wildest expectations you’ll succeed
If you treat your work as fun. The difficulties
Are all part of the game. Laugh at annoyances.
The whole picture will change as your mood enhances
Your becoming. Eventually you’ll find ease
In your work as the tension within you is freed.

A Dream Within A Dream

Consciousness Within Consciousness

…And in parting from you now, thus let me avow –
You are not wrong who deem that my days are a dream.
Yet if all hope of sanity has flown away
To some kinder dimension, then what I must say
Is that there’s a much larger and complex regime
That imagines existence into here and now.

Brokenhearted I can’t be, yet somehow I am
Immersed in an enigma of shock and dismay.
If I’m part of existence, where do I belong?
This world has lost its sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.
In a vision or in none, for what do I pray?
Absolute is my feeling that life is a sham.

Of a shore surf-tormented I stand in the roar
As I hold in my hands grains of the golden sand.
How Few! Yet how they creep between my slim fingers
While I weep. As I weep, the wave rhythmic recurs.
Can I grasp with a tighter clasp of my weak hand?
They escape quickly to the sea and are no more.

Many thoughts flood the consciousness. All are the same
In a sea nonexistent with vital context.
They address a reality that can’t be real,
So, I can only go by the way that I feel.
In this pitiless wave I am much less perplexed
About what in a troubled world causes me shame.