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From Your Inner Being

One Who’s Never A Stranger

Is there anyone in there who looks out through me
And knows all that is needed for living life well?
Yes, there is someone present who knows everything.
My communicating with that person will bring
On a wholesome environment in which to dwell.
In the very beginning, it happens subtly.

I must be in alignment with all that I am
Which means simply that I am most open and clear
To receive the connection, but then when I do,
I Am It! The connection is solid and true.
To perceive or to analyze will interfere
With my maintaining presence within my program.

The question and the answer are quite different
In terms of their vibrations. They do contradict
Each other. So the focus is on the answer.
To be stuck in the question can give me cancer.
Meditation is helpful. It need not be strict.
Twenty minutes a day is time that is well spent.

My question rests within me for a day or two
To make clear what I’m asking. Then I meditate
And listen to what flows, then record in some way
What I get from my spirit self. That’s how I pray.
I look forward to frequently reaching that state.
Who I am on the outside is rendered anew.

Inspirational Solitaire

Solo Artistic Mastery

It’s my job – no one else’s – to be who I am.
It is wrong to get others to do that for me.
Understanding of who and where I am is mine
To explore with abandon. Why would I assign
This most intimate duty so egregiously
To others who cannot nor should not give a damn?

I am here to live happily ever after
As is everyone here in this school of nature.
It is up to me only to play out my role.
To experience joy here is my only goal.
My freedom to choose is something that will endure
Until matriculation from earthly matter.

So, I might as well decide to get happily
Since I am ever after already by now.
Choices made from beyond are what I live each day.
I came here because I like my hands in the clay.
By deliberate intent I best can allow
Creation to flow with ease and naturally.

I relent to alignment and my connection
To the spirit within. I give up resistance
And the incessant battles and struggles I make.
Peace of mind and fulfillment are what are at stake.
Now is no time to continue living by chance
By insisting on others to get my work done.

Allow The Wellbeing

Release, Then Breathe In...

It comes down to allowing, but just what is that?
When one speaks of surrender, what enter my mind
Are such scenes where one army makes use of torture.
The most negative aspects are balanced, I’m sure,
By the myriad episodes that are more kind
And can happen almost at the drop of a hat.

To what must I surrender? What must I allow
That is both consciously and patiently waiting
To enter and fulfill me? Can I trust that it
Is a safe thing to let in? The fear, I’ll admit,
Is not justified, and it is aggravating
That I know what to do, yet I’m hung up on how.

Getting rid of resistance to my own desire
Increases my vibration. My trying too hard
With much effort and struggle cannot get things done.
Only when one exhausts oneself, something’s begun
To take place in one’s character. No longer barred
From the fruits of the spirit, one is lifted higher.

Things that work in the process we all know so well –
Turning thoughts into things – involves just a few things:
Energy, alignment, and clarity of thought.
When my purpose has passion, I’m no longer caught
In a quandary that only my feeding brings.
Worthiness is a system wherein we all dwell.

To Feel Good

Your Only Purpose

It’s a simple decision. It’s easy to do.
Nothing is more important than that I feel good.
The next best feeling thought I can find as I move
Through my day is my choice. It can’t help but improve
How I view life. My mantra is well understood.
To Feel Good is a blessing most wholesome and true.

Can I feel this way all the time? That’s up to me.
My awareness of how I feel from one moment
To the next is as simple as breathing in air
And exhaling the present and past without care.
Circumstances that challenge me cannot prevent
Me from making the better choice consistently.

It came hard right at first, but I made it that way.
It does not seem to make sense. The busy mind seeks
Complicated solutions to simple issues.
It’s a menace to joy because it does confuse
My true self with what is. With clarity it speaks
The path I must return to when I’m led astray.

All I need do is tweak on my signal a bit.
I can manifest big things as well as those small.
My mantra, if repeated, can lead to pure bliss.
The commandment: “Do Feel Good,” I cannot dismiss.
It is best that I answer my own nature’s call.
Happiness is the order to which I submit.

New Story

The Ever Unfolding Drama

Once upon a tough lifetime, the fool I became
Disconnected me from myself and family.
An awful disappointment I am to them now.
Resolution is futile. I can but allow
Divine guidance to soothe the decayed part of me
Who continues the story of sorrow and shame.

The process of atonement will not complete here
In the realm of the physical. It’s much too late.
Criminal are offenses that I’ve committed.
My life hangs by the tiniest bit of a thread.
Addicted to self-loathing, the hell I create
Is the product of thinking and acting from fear.

Any troublesome story deserves a rewrite
No matter how disgusting and vile it may be.
I’d been under the influence of human pain.
No regret have I. My actions I can’t explain.
I can remain the victim of insanity
Or amend the whole story to something more bright.

Life is short, and its meaning I’m left to pursue
Through intense introspection with much gratitude
For the lessons I’m given so that I may grow.
That I am worthy is all that I need to know.
If I don’t take this attitude, then I am screwed.
Any story can be changed to something brand new.

On The Brink Of Becoming

Unavoidable Excitement

Life gets pretty exciting as tightness gives way
To a lack of resistance. By one single thread
Does my wealth withered ego hang on to some thing
That will open the floodgates and easily bring
Tons of wealth headed for me. I’m sorely misled
By what life has to offer that I must obey.

Take your internet job search and stick it up where
Daylight never does enter. I’m not a damned slave.
I delight in my attitude being piss poor.
Suppose I interview you, you ignorant whore?
You are one third my age, and the way you behave
Is as if I’m some dipshit in need of a prayer.

“Get your sorry ass solvent, and pay your damned bills!”
Yes, I do get the message, but kindly fuck off.

Desperation is dangerous for all involved.
And the more I am fucked with, the less gets resolved.
I don’t feel like a creature that feeds from a trough.
I’ll avoid people judging me because it kills.

So, my phone remains unplugged. I’ll have no contact
With the world of disaster that I’ve created.
Well cocooned in my workspace, my value must grow.
I have asked for the universe, and I can know
What the world cannot tell me. I’ll rely instead
On belief in Becoming one who can attract.

A Blue Jay’s Visit

Mischievous Messenger

There can be no disturbance like that of a bird
Who’s become a winged messenger of the divine.
Like the clear sky is blue with some whiteness of cloud,
The blue jay’s colors match it. That’s why it is proud.
For your visit I’ve waited. You are a sure sign
That the words that I need to hear soon will be heard.

Petrified am I often of sudden noises
Loud and shrill, they’re a nuisance. I can’t get much done
When the country is high on bombs bursting in air.
I was there once, but this time it wouldn’t be fair
To the brave who have fallen. I celebrate none
Of the grossly ironic that life proposes.

But that damned cackling blue jay is at my front door
Making such a commotion. At first I’m annoyed
At it’s utter audacity at audio.
My first thought is that this frigging creature must go.
But then it occurs to me it must be employed
By the angels in heaven where I’ve been before.

I am told that in boldness I must carry on
And defend my position vociferously.
Time for shyness is over. I haven’t grown meek.
I am guided by spirit by now. All I seek
Is the means to remain open and completely
In the hands of divinity as is the dawn.

What The Mind Is Made For

Maintaining the Mental Machine

Nothing goes anywhere when the mind has begun
A cacophonous symphony of confusion.
It stays right where the rest of me happens to be.
Body, mind, and the spirit are all parts of me.
They exist in proximity and act as one.
Even though nothing travels, much of it is done.

So, it’s just an illusion – my taking a ride
On the long mental freeway with exits galore.
Though I’m not really moving, I get motion sick.
Am I the only one who can do such a trick?
I don’t mind that it races. Places I abhor
That it chooses to visit as peace I’m denied.

Why this happens is because I’ve identified
With things that are not me, and there’s no other way
To live life without clinging to identities.
It becomes a big forest with too many trees
To be dealt with even on a fairly good day.
For this reason the mind cannot be the best guide.

The mind is made to give life ample clarity
And deep penetration into experience
But without getting hung up on too many things.
Distance from what the mind is doing often brings
Some relief from the chatter which can get intense.
What The Mind Is Made For is to help me to be.

The Biggest Joke Of All

The Illusory Duo

Jokes I play on myself are imaginative.
If it weren’t for my trick self, I’d have none at all.
Some say I should get rid of it, But I cannot,
Because it thinks like I do. I’m all that it’s got.
Mostly it takes the big roles. I’m left with the small.
I ask myself if this is the right way to live.

But, alas, it can’t answer. It thinks everything
Is an intricate puzzle it only can solve.
When it can’t, it’s frustrated, as if it exists
As a viable entity. On it persists
In its ‘it-centric’ world where all things must revolve.
Onto some sense of purpose this person must cling.

So, there’s no getting rid of this subsequent dude
Come about like a tattoo etched over decades
Of abuse of his surface – a time tapestry
Of eternal becoming. The ink runs through me
But shows up not through thick skin. Freely it pervades
And presents as my ego. As such, I am screwed.

I end up doing nothing and leaving it to
That which is ever conscious and omni aware.
I can’t grasp nor rid myself of all I become.
I alone cannot get it. The getting comes from
Consciousness Universal which is everywhere.
There’s no need to get anything but a damned clue.

Delight In Things Popping

Sensual Pleasures

Existence becomes fetish as small dreams unfold
Into ever expanding ones. Fake bubble wrap,
Protecting the fragility of the ego,
Is precise in its popping so that it may show
That I’m not just a magnet for negative crap.
There are things about life that are by me controlled.

Do not act until inspiration has ensued.
The momentum now flowing may be not the one
That is most beneficial. I must let it die
From my lack of attention. When my mood is high,
The new current created anoints me in fun.
I’ll behave with a clear positive attitude.

Feeling good can be chronic and quite natural
If it’s practiced intently. My conscious focus
On one thing that’s compelling will make way for more
Things to pop up and pleasure me. Need I keep score?
If I act under duress as if it’s a fuss,
Then I am rendered paddleless up shit canal.

I control what I focus on and for how long
Until practiced vibration becomes part of me.
I can choose the momentum that feels more sublime
Meaning that I have mastered the meaning of time.
All the good that I gather and offer for free
Gives me joy and fulfillment. It cannot be wrong.