Tag Archive | emotions

Problems In Paradise

The Balancing of Apparent Extremes

Sometimes off the wall enthusiasm is mine.
I am so effervescent I scare folks away.
In all things I see beauty. I gush everywhere.
I have reached the point finally where I don’t care
How the world outside operates from day to day.
Yet there is some fear that everything isn’t fine.

The emotional spectrum has high and low ends.
The former is the vortex. It’s hard to stay there.
I can’t milk a good feeling for minutes or days
So, mindful I should be of the various ways
I am tricked into hyping. I must be aware
Of when it feels not authentic to my dear friends.

Often out of the vortex moments can toss me
Into it, and with practice, I’ll stay longer yet
In that place that is peacefully energetic.
There’s some resident boredom when it comes not quick.
It cannot be a big effort for me to get
In the mood of contentment. It’s where I must be.

It is just a brief spiking frequently throughout
A day planned with expecting the best to occur.
I must learn to acknowledge these moments, and then
I can reach that state at will again and again.
It is easy to focus on what I’d prefer.
Staying high in vibration is what it’s about.

An Amazing Life

Wholesome Being

Why does ‘what is’ often dominate my life game?
It need not be that way, but the reason is clear.
I put way too much credence in my five senses
Which is fine for the ego and its defenses
But to pay more attention to what we hold dear
Is to live life in absence of sorrow and shame.

Among known ways of knowing, emotions are those
Which are subtle yet potent in how I behave.
We pay little attention to how they evolve
Until suddenly there’s a big problem to solve.
How we feel is important. Much grief one does save
In the process of living as consciousness grows.

I can hear you and touch you and that is okay.
Satisfaction and wonder my senses give me.
But to say that ‘I’m sensing you’ is but to say
I can feel your awareness of me through the day.
There’s a sense of fulfillment knowing I can be
In the state of connection the natural way.

My emotional center I can establish
Then more dominant than the senses it can grow.
My awareness of living is bound to improve.
Personal encounters evidently will move
With the flow of magnificence, and I will know
What it’s like to live life on the cusp of a wish.

Stable No Matter What

Steadfast Through Turmoil

If conditions are needed in order to see
Something wonderful happening, it cannot last
Unless relative factors are always maintained.
To see it to believe it is justice profaned.
One must know it and feel it amid the contrast
Before it is perceived as a reality.

If some random thought triggers a happy feeling,
Then one can reach deliberately for some more
That are similar to it. The snowball effect
Will yield manifestation – the thought of object
In a short while. Perhaps if we’d done this before
We would not now be needing such painful healing.

Though it seems rather trivial, we as a whole,
Haphazardly united and free to be brave,
Can create wholesome feelings – not eating the news.
Then what e’er manifests we may rightly peruse.
Not much more can be lost, but the world we can save.
It should not necessarily be the set goal.

Finding something to focus on that’s positive
Is the work and the challenge. Just for one’s own sake,
Feeling better is helpful in being stable.
No matter what is happening, one is able
To stay hooked on the feeling of being awake
In a world that is good and a nice place to live.

Happiness Amid Horror

Sublime Ignorance of the Status Quo

I Exist. Don’t I know it! This heat is intense.
It consumes not my sorrow. It savers my soul.
Agony is what I know in this time and place.
I cannot keep my mind off the horror I face
Through confounded incompetence while on parole
From abysmal circumstance. Have I some defense?

I can see through the flames just as they see in me
Their reflection in pure light. They’re taken aback.
Unexpected behavior to them is obscene.
I did wake up this morning. The grass is still green.
And although I’m consumed with such feelings of lack,
I’ve a lot going for me. That much I can see.

Satisfaction and relief feel almost the same.
I have deactivated the resistant part
Of my vibration righteously. Now I’m intent
On that satisfied feeling. I can’t be hellbent
On a manifestation. What’s dear to my heart
Is that sense of alignment. It’s my only aim.

Getting into the Vortex is what rings my bell.
It’s the state where my passion for life can explode
Into wonderful feelings and brighter insights.
Can I then be more open to reaching new heights?
My existence in hell is a brief episode.
In the heart of abundance my true self does dwell.

Control

An Evasive Illusion

I control not my thoughts nor the ways that I feel.
In a real sense I am them. To give up control
Is to have it completely. If I were to try
To gain absolute power by force I apply,
It will only disturb things, which isn’t my goal.
I must trust what the universe has to reveal.

Like a good friend this universe can be to me.
Trusting it like a person who knows me quite well,
I can give up the struggle of lying awake
Fretting over control of things. What A Headache!
But the friend who’s much bigger can banish the spell
 If my faith in this kind one is of high degree.

Universes are bodies. Cells know who they are
And have things delegated at every level.
If I can but allow them to do their damned work,
Then perhaps they would think that I’m not such a jerk
Having tried to control them. I’ve put them through hell.
My relationship with them is not up to par.

That which flows to all things and does nourish them all –
Both the left and the right and all manner between –
Lords not over creation nor seeks any claim
Of merit for accomplishments. All is the same
To the friend universal who surely has seen
Every bit of creation. I am not so small.

Emotional Power

Root Force

Powerful are emotions. They drive everything
On the planet, like politics, performing arts,
And the world’s wealth of business. In love people are
With those they haven’t met, and it isn’t bizarre.
Simply it’s human nature to judge with our hearts.
That our feelings control things is not surprising.

   How do I build goodwill and manage perceptions?
It’s a question some ask. It might as well be mine.
What I get for an answer from those who are wise
Is that love can’t be built, yet they’ll kindly advise
That I get folks to love me. Is this asinine?
Or perhaps I’m worthy to be one of those ones.

But this begs the next question. How do I complete
The impossible mission? I’m not a person
One would pay much attention to. How can this change?
Well… It can’t. But my feelings I can rearrange
To the point where I bask in my own world of fun.
I can become someone who is mellow and sweet.

Fall in love with the whole world, and it will love you…
Not at first, but in good time some will come around
And become your disciples or very best friends.
People have their free will, so my loving depends
Not on reciprocation. One can’t be let down
When exuding wellbeing just like a guru.

Lunar Return

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Suppose I am as real as all that I perceive.
That’s a bold hypothetical! I can’t be sure
If my being has meaning. Prue rage leaves no doubt
That perceptions perceive me. Why do I act out?
All existence to me is an ill with no cure.
If I felt any other way, I’d be naïve.

Is it because it’s Wednesday? I’m mad every day
Because days become vicious then shift into night
Then along comes the next day. All remains the same.
Life plays me like an audio/video game
So the way that I must act must be wrong or right.
Every month, when the moon howls, we both have our say.

Yet, the moon isn’t full now. Have I then misspoke?
It remains full of itself regardless of how
We on earth may perceive it. I guess that’s my point.
Tidal waves, like emotions, are doomed to anoint
Every moment that I have, except for right now
Where all meaning available I may evoke.