Tag Archive | disappointment

Feel Better Instantly

Capture The Moment

In my gut there’s some stuckness. My lungs, chest, and heart
Feel a little too heavy. Is there something wrong
With my processing of life? Is this atonement
For bad acts of the past? Does my body repent
Through its not feeling right? Does my asking prolong
The process of recovery? I’m not that smart.

I ask too many questions, so thank God for those
Who have knowledge sufficient. I’m not feeling pain
And I need not describe it with an emotion
Even though at its core there probably is one.
Psychoanalysis would mean that I’m insane.
Must I rely on everything everyone knows?

Relax into your pain. If you are lying down
Pretend that there is a big sponge underneath you.
Your pain will be drawn out, and the thoughts that you think
Should be simply uplifting and not on the brink
Of your sinking right back into your feeling blue.
Pain ignores the fact that you are wearing a frown.

Sensations of discomfort and deep unsettling
You are reaching relief from, and negative thought
Keeps you in the emotion of blame, doubt and fear.
Your relief from resistance comes when thoughts are clear.
Nothing else but your feeling better can be sought.
You are the perfect master of your wellbeing.

Ask Differently

From The Best Vantage Point

If you do feel like asking, it’s all well and good
That you do from a vantage point of strong belief
That your asking is answered. You have to resist
The temptation to doubt it. Excuses exist
That you need not hold onto. They act as a thief
In the darkness it brings you in your humanhood.

Do not ask from a feeling of desperation.
That indeed has to pass before work can be done
On securing a neutral enough vibration
So that there’s less resistance. Then work has begun
You must always remember that you are the one
Who gets to decide how your own program will run.

Whenever you ask, the universe does expand.
Whether or not you follow is all up to you.
Tugs of war take place when you ask and you don’t go
Which causes disappointment. You cut off the flow
Of the grace that is due you. So do follow through
With what’s already answered by forces most grand.

When you ask from a space where you don’t feel uptight
Then there is no resistance to get in the way.
Feeling exhilaration and passion for that
Which is your heart’s desire, you will rarely be flat
In your asking vibration. This is how folks pray.
You’ve the power to conjure things in sheer delight.

Life Is Not A Straight Line

Contingent And Natural Asymetry

Your success is the product of many failures.
You may earn a trophy for participation
But not so in the business of getting ahead.
Everyone does something to keep family fed.
How we do it depends on our preparation
Yet the life path is fettered with many detours.

Our society doesn’t prepare us for what’s
Really needed to be successful in business.
Most of us incur losses and disappointment.
There is no business model designed to prevent
All the pitfalls contingent to final success.
Persevering through difficult times does take guts.

Life Is Not A Straight Line. It can have twists and turns.
In nature, lines of straightness one will rarely find.
The way things grow in reality is more so
Like a circular motion as upward they go.
It’s a roundabout pattern wherein we’re resigned
To uncertain conditions where the spirit learns.

Up and down go the stock markets. Painted ponies
On the fast carousel of the world casino
Are controlled by their riders and popular whim.
It remains your decision to sink or to swim.
You can discipline your disappointment, you know,
Then your path convoluted is taken with ease.

Hello, Cruel World…

Nativity and Death

What I offer to this world, this word doesn’t want.
That it’s been such a struggle is more than a clue.
How does it all affect me? My bowels are a mess.
I’ve made light of my issues, but now I confess
That I don’t have an inkling for what I should do.
I came with a few talents, but nothing to flaunt.

As it seems, the dark cloud hangs not over my head.
I am fully engulfed in it. None can I see
As a source of fulfillment. I cry right out loud…
Have I done anything for which I can be proud?
When the sole benefactor turns out to be me
Then it makes perfect sense that I’m better off dead.

But, of course, what seems obvious a remedy
Is a thing that society deems as unfair
So much so, it’s a crime among modern-day folk.
It behooves me to see I’m the brunt of a joke
Of profound insignificance. Shocked in despair,
I shall keep on expressing ‘til I cease to be.