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Finding Ease

The Pursuit of Inner Peace

Absence of difficulty, struggle, or effort
Is what I want to feel at this moment in time.
Can I talk myself into it from where I am
Without changing my usual feeling program?
I want so much that there not be tough hills to climb.
Fear grips me so completely that I may fall short.

Life means handling the contrast as best as I can
Without ill will to others, self-loathing, or pain.
Lightening up on myself would feel really nice.
It’s high time that I take nature’s helpful advice.
When resistance is created there is no gain.
All I’ll do is come up with another bad plan.

The best word I can find for what I’m wanting now
Is the word ‘ease.’ I want to feel satisfaction
That I’m ever in the right place at the right time.
That warm feeling of confidence is most sublime.
I want comfort in knowing that everything’s done.
All I need to do now is relax and allow.

To get into that centered place is all I need.
Where my natural comfort and worthiness lies
Is my point of attraction. To feel good feels good.
I like slowing the frenzy down. It’s understood
That the self who is fettered is just a disguise.
“All Is Well.” In this statement my spirit is freed.

Sea Fever

The Call To Fluid Abandon

So dissolved is the prone self… The Sea is a dream
That fulfills but my yearning for total release
From the pressures of living in society.
I’m not good as a breeder; I fail completely.
Among all that is nebulous I find my peace.
There must be resolution for actions extreme.

The nostalgia transcends me. I am one with those
Who are drawn to the same soothing subconscious source
Of the spirit’s abandon and soul’s redemption.
Having been there before, it is life that I shun
In this prison of selfhood. The eternal force
Beckoning me to freedom is what my heart knows.

That the duty befits me, my choices are made
By the infinite cycles that churn the bottom
Of the cauldron of nature. In err I belong
In a world where I can do a whole lot of wrong
And where it’s more than likely that I’m seen as scum.
Rendezvous with enigma cannot be delayed.

The faint face of a person the surface reveals.
Constant movement expresses the changing currents
Of the modes of expression that I may release
What is left of my wretched soul and find some peace.
Nothing ever need become of my life’s events
And The Sea is the ultimate place where it heals.

Memories Cherished

Indelible Impressions

Many kindhearted people, some angels by now,
And with uncommon patience, have made who I am.
What is wrong about me is my own tangled mess
Aggravated by madness. I am, more or less,
Created in the image of those who I damn
With my inverse reflection, full well knowing how.

Beating up on myself I’ve made into an art –
Just as those who cared for me and those who I played
An unworthy role model… ruthless and profane.
I took every advantage and caused awful pain.
With my bed made, I’m sleepless and cannot evade
The grotesque beast that I’ve been with sickness of heart.

Planted deep in my conscious soil germinates seed
From the heart of the righteous. Love once within reach
Now is longing disabled. Survival logic
Is a piss poor facsimile and a cheap trick.
This I’m fully aware of. Lessons others teach.
Acting out as the student, I had failed to lead.

Not at all melancholy, pleasure now I take
In the clearness of knowing what my makers knew
Since before I had met them. The thoughts I embrace
Generated by feelings of knowing their grace
Satisfy but the least that my writing can do
To give some indication that I’ve come awake.