How does one turn a nightmare into some relief
From the ongoing struggle of living on earth?
This indeed is the quandary. If I’m allowed
By the spirit within me to feel well endowed
In the ways of alignment and relative mirth
Then most rarely will I be overcome by grief.
Truly grateful I am for a number of things,
But among them my feelings are of most value.
By them I can determine precisely just where
I agree with my spirit or not. With great care
I can lean toward fulfillment in all that I do.
And by asking the questions good answers it brings.
Do I think that I’m bad or do I think I’m good?
Each one conjures a feeling that can be assessed
Easily with some practice. The more that I ask
Then the more recognizable becomes my task.
Surely it beats the hell out of being depressed.
With my spirit, benevolence is understood.
Do I think that all things are possible for me?
Do I think that I’m morally bankrupt and sick?
Do I need to figure it all out this moment?
Is there time left that I may relieve my torment?
Can the walls I’ve made be dismantled brick by brick?
I can feel my way to the way things ought to be.