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Be Invincible

Dare To Live

It’s supposed to feel good here on this ball of rock.
In this time-space dimension we’re here to create
From our heartfelt desires a spectacular place.
The contrasting reality we can but trace
To the negative aspects that speak of our fate.
One who stands out does so with the response of shock.

Physical are our bodies. We may interact
In a world with the same building blocks as the stars.
But we’re truly spirit in physical bodies.
Through the process of forking, we’re able to please
Ourselves at any moment. And each one is ours
For choosing to feel better. Life is not abstract.

 It’s vital to be selfish amid the contrast
That is sifted and sorted through by everyone.
Spirit loves that we do this and helps us along.
As long as we are happy nothing can go wrong.
Life will not be ‘mysterious’ when having fun,
And when practiced enough, the good feeling will last.

There’s no price to be paid for the treasure you’ve stored
In your dreams over decades. All you have to do
Is to be in alignment, then magic happens.
Life can be made wonderful when seen through the lens
Of the enlightened spirit – the one inside you.
Be Invincible! Life is your finest reward.

Unhurtable

Natural Defense

Say you’re looking at someone and don’t like what’s seen.
What is means is that your true self has not the same
Vision of that same person that your ego does.
Your feeling of disgust is most simply because
You are using that someone in essence to blame
For your lack of alignment, if we’re to come clean.

But what kind of relationship must be maintained
With a self so etheric and alien to
The self who’s most familiar to who you are?
Meditation can help. It is not that bizarre
That you draw what you focus on as we all do.
Be connected with your true self. There’s much to gain.

You could see other things when you look at this soul.
When these positive aspects are practiced by you
They will bring about changes in that person’s heart.
It would be but a pleasure to get a head start
On your quest of relating by attending to
The one you’ve with your true self. How’s that for a goal?

If someone cares to look at you in a bad way,
That one’s not connected to who they truly are.
Don’t be hurt by what others may think, say, or do.
That’s on them, and there’s no need for your feeling blue.
Your relationship with yourself carries you far
Through your world of relating each and every day.

God Wants Your Moment

The Instant Of Mutual Awareness

Time began with the big bang, and ever since then
Some quadrillions of moments have happened by now.
The majority of them did not involve us
Since we’ve been here a short while in this tremendous
Scape of time linked with motion and space to allow
Infinite form expressing again and again.

Grains of sand on the vast beach are moments we share.
One another we honor and savor the best
That good living can offer. We cherish at least
The emotions felt. Time is the ultimate feast,
And indeed our consumption is rightly expressed
Among those of a network of people who care.

Having started the process a long time ago
And existing outside it, the moments of God
Must be different from ours in some supreme way.
Such a Being is crafty and would love to play
With the fine craft created. So, would it seem odd
That the Creator want’s us to share what we know?

What we know is defective, contingently so.
No one knows the best answer to living life well,
And it gets complicated for most here today.
Joy and Peace are the moments for which I do pray.
In the valley of comfort my spirit shall dwell.
I’ll get used to the nature of God’s loving flow.

The Most Visible Spectra

Popular Foci Of Attention

Were it up to the children where would the world be?
They observe all the spectra from visible white
To invisible darkness. They have much to say
About how adults function, and in their own way
They provoke all to examine what’s wrong from right –
Something not every adult can easily see.

If we did listen to them, would anything change?
Would it end white supremacy as an ideal?
Can we all who are nonwhite give white folks a break
By reducing our birth rate for pure whiteness sake?
What’s been brought to extinction by whites is quite real.
History doesn’t teach that. Why is it so strange?

Everything is political. Wearing a mask
Is now making a statement about who you are,
As is boldly not wearing one in defiance.
Do we need to have children tell us what makes sense?
Were it not so grotesque, one could call it bizarre.
Good behavior is now an impossible task.

From extreme ultra right to infra liberal
All that we can deem visible we focus on.
The inverse of our wavelength is our frequency
Which allows each by free will to choose how to be.
Should it be ours to teach what conclusions are drawn
When the students have more of a sane rationale?

In Just One Day

Passion Equals Momentum

One can manifest anything In Just One Day
With deliberate focus and not much effort.
Most do that most unconsciously most of the time
About things insignificant. Focus is prime
In the art of creating our worlds of comfort
Constantly we’re receptive of what comes our way.

If I think it, then feel it, then it has to be.
Basic knowledge this is now. The receptive mode
Is the same as my mood. All the time I receive
In the way that I feel and by what I believe.
Feeling lousy reflects what I need to unload
That is not to my liking and not part of me.

What I’ve put in the vortex of all my desire
Is available to me but also the fear
I associate with it. I must sort that out.
Feeling is the right way to eliminate doubt
Such that what I want and don’t are made crystal clear
Then there’s no limit to the things I may acquire.

Momentum is Digestion. What I want, I eat
In the form of vibration of energized thought.
With the first swallow, momentum starts taking place.
The absorption of nourishment is but the grace
Of the heart’s true fulfillment, more often than not.
I must feel what it’s like to be full and complete.

I can do that in one day or in a decade
Or a lifetime of misery, struggle, and pain.
That it happens at this late date is no disgrace.
The good life of my dreams I do not have to chase
To the point of my madness. All that I attain
That is good and abundant cannot be delayed.

Pale Blue Dot

Humbled In Insignificance

In the vast utter darkness, the throat of deep space,
There’s a chalk dust eraser mark. It can be seen
From a vantage point one quarter light year away,
And the mirror’s reflection has something to say
In reply, as if answering, in its routine,
How humans are insignificant as a race.

In the dust band, and faintly, a tiny chalk dot
Sits alone unassuming and much on its own.
Everything everyone has done happened right there.
Every heartfelt emotion from joy through despair
Has been felt on that blue dot deep in a dark zone.
There they think they’re important and fear that they’re not.

In the cosmic arena, its rivers of blood,
Spilled by soldiers triumphant that they could become
Fearless masters a short while, offer little hope.
Evolution appears to be on the down slope
As our most fervent hatreds are beating the drum
Of a race war that will take all out with a thud.

This is our only planet. A home we have made
Of this thing that has birthed us and keeps us alive.
For now, migration to other worlds is obscene.
Until we can learn to keep our own noses clean,
It is best that, as one world, we learn to survive.
But perhaps we can’t do that because we’re afraid.

Aster * Risk

A Perceivably Precarious Pickle

Everyone that I’ve ever know will hate my guts.
It’s a given. I don’t have to figure that out.
In the brief time that I may have left, I’m assured
That I will be the enemy. Those who’ve endured
My abuse will be thankful and gleefully shout
When I’m gone because I’m prone to driving folks nuts.

You do that to me also though. This quid pro squat
Leaves someone more shorthanded. This Risk with a face
Tries to mingle among the real thing and behave
In the ways of true stardom. No love can it crave.
Once The Risk is discovered, a quiet disgrace
Permeates like a wet fart that offends a lot.

In some ways I am like you colorful breeders,
But something fundamental is missing in me.
Clueless, I’ve sought a lifetime the answer to that.
Yet you normal ones know me, and this tit for tat
With the mind and emotions I play piss poorly.
In the game of relating, I’ve few cheerleaders.

So I’ll just keep on hiding amid you aster
Trying hard not to dis you inadvertently.
You and I spell disaster and should never meet.
I’m an old pissed off bastard who cannot be sweet
Anymore. It is bullshit as far as I see.
My true self is the one thing that I must master.

Unblock

Relieving The Built Up Pressure

There’s this thing that I want so much, and it’s not here!
I would like to know why and what I’m doing wrong.
Am I not sitting straight enough? Is there some block
That I am not aware of? I don’t mean to mock
All this talk of alignment. I have played along
With the Law of Attraction. My stuff should appear.

When I want something too much, don’t think about it
Because that only clogs things and makes me feel stuck?
Well then how on God’s green earth can I be assured
That the thing that I want is most surely secured?
It’s too much of a task. I’m feces out of luck.
The ironic enigma makes me want to quit.

But there is no alternative. It is the key
To success in the process of my creation.
I must feel the excitement – non discouragement…
And the ease to live life with no need to resent.
Getting to what I’m after is all about fun.
It has taken a lifetime to finally see.

Yet in seeing, I’m being all who I’ve become.
It’s not hard to be easy when given the choice.
Doing things the old way only brings back old things.
When I stop the struggle, then the universe brings
Much more than I’d expected wherein I rejoice
To releasing the blockage to where it came from.

Bluebird

The Heart's Escape From Its Jailer

There’s a Bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
But I am too tough for him. I say, “Stay In There.”
I will let no one see you. In there you will stay

Until there is no such thing as the judgment day.
As I pour whiskey on you, no feeling you share.
May the world that is outside receive me in doubt.

In my heart there’s a Bluebird that sings of the blues
Due to my strictness with him. I cannot give in
To the flushing of sorrow for sins of the past.
Cigarette smoke sedates him. My will is steadfast.
All the whores and bartenders to whom I am kin
Know not who is inside me. The Bird I’ll abuse.

Do you want to mess up everything that I am?
Stay Down There. You’re a nuisance, and I am too strong
To let you blow my book sales and lots of income.
I have so much invested in keeping you numb.
And I’m also too clever to ever be wrong.
Sing yourself into slumber. I don’t give a damn.

I’ll let him out at night only. When the world sleeps
It has no notice of him. He wants to be sad.
Back inside he goes, singing a little in there.
Having not let him die yet, we sleep as a pair
With our pact kept a secret. My oddest comrade,
The Bluebird is a teacher to me as it weeps.

Earth Trinity

Harmonious Form And Structure

Lofty dreams and ideas turn into real things
Only when Earth is present in any event.
Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn are the Earth signs.
As the planets pass through them, their movement defines
Certain Aspects determined by their alignment.
When they form a Triangle, good fortune it brings.

Unlike the Opposition which splits energies,
The Grand Trine is an easy continuous flow.
In the Earth signs, the meaning of form and structure
Is as clear as the work bell. It is known for sure
That the joy found in doing can make the soul glow.
The Grand Trine is an opportunity to seize.

Health and wealth should concern us. Survival depends
On sustaining life substance and feeling our best
All the world, as a person, has needs to be met.
For a brief march of days, is it time we forget
Our focus on our bloody war? Surely I jest.
On a personal level, the true self transcends.

Pluto, Mars, and Uranus, the planets involved,
Form a perfect triangle for just a while more.
Pluto is transformation, and Mars, the ego.
Sudden change is Uranus. The more one can know
That is to one’s advantage is worth working for.
In this window of time some things may get resolved.

The Greatest Prayer

Words Of Power

If You Believe, You’ll Receive Whatever You Ask.
In this chapter of Matthew, so much is revealed
That transcends the religious. It’s Spiritual.
It depends on the willingness to be grateful
For what is not yet manifest. All can be healed
By this method of praying, if up to the task.

It’s reflected in science. In quantum physics,
The observer effect describes how one can change
Situations, objects, and personalities
Through the thought given to them. The power we seize
With a positive outlook is nothing so strange.
Religion and science are a fortunate mix.

Blessed Are Those Who’ve Not Seen, But Yet They Believe.
This is the main ingredient of any prayer.

We receive what is given from life eternal –
The most generous giver of large things and small.
What Is Asked For Is Given. Feeling must be there.
The strength of our excitement is how we receive.

Disregard the appearance of what doesn’t match
Your picture of perfection of how things should be.
Thought Transmission creates within what is observed
The appropriate changes that are most deserved
Both observed and observer are linked completely
As thoughts turn into reality with dispatch.

A Magical Exercise

The Ultimate Mind Game

Women Are Fundamental. This statement of fact
With no more said makes strong men grow week in the knees.
What it means is complete loss of means of control.
Not a man on earth conquers the feminine soul.
Women rely on Magic to treat the disease
That flares up and is chronic with lethal impact.

One by one, states like Texas will try to secede
From the union of women – their freedom to be
In command of their bodies and female power.
In the long run, support for pro-choice will devour
Any chance that established law can completely
Be thrown out by old white men caught up in their greed.

Nebulizing an outcome less fettered and flawed
Can be done by believing that all things are well
With ourselves, how we live, and with the universe,
But, the weak human spirit exalts the perverse.
Exercising our Magic from the depths of hell,
We can change it. The way is brought to us by God.

What it takes is Emotion. Our Feeling what’s right
And that it is completed already is all
That is needed. Write down exactly how you feel.
Hypnotic visualization is most real,
And because it is Magic, no one’s part is small.
Our success depends on what we bring to the fight.

A Dream Within A Dream

Consciousness Within Consciousness

…And in parting from you now, thus let me avow –
You are not wrong who deem that my days are a dream.
Yet if all hope of sanity has flown away
To some kinder dimension, then what I must say
Is that there’s a much larger and complex regime
That imagines existence into here and now.

Brokenhearted I can’t be, yet somehow I am
Immersed in an enigma of shock and dismay.
If I’m part of existence, where do I belong?
This world has lost its sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.
In a vision or in none, for what do I pray?
Absolute is my feeling that life is a sham.

Of a shore surf-tormented I stand in the roar
As I hold in my hands grains of the golden sand.
How Few! Yet how they creep between my slim fingers
While I weep. As I weep, the wave rhythmic recurs.
Can I grasp with a tighter clasp of my weak hand?
They escape quickly to the sea and are no more.

Many thoughts flood the consciousness. All are the same
In a sea nonexistent with vital context.
They address a reality that can’t be real,
So, I can only go by the way that I feel.
In this pitiless wave I am much less perplexed
About what in a troubled world causes me shame.

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.

Decide To Get Happy

The Only Choice There Is

There’s so much information about feeling good.
Tons of books, affirmations, and many techniques
Are available to me. The volume is great.
I can’t take it all in because I complicate
Processes when simplicity my dumb soul seeks.
Truly I wish that these things could be understood.

Can this Law Of Attraction stuff work out for me?
What the hell is ‘vibration?’ I need to be schooled.
These ethereal concepts are hard to digest.
Where the hell is my stuff anyway. I’m hard pressed
To come into alignment. Perhaps I am fooled
By my excessive efforts to finally see.

It’s not so complicated. All that has been said
About living a life that is most fulfilling
Is reduced to one phrase: “Decide To Get Happy.”
All the mountains of words and procedures can be

Understood a lot better if I am willing
To let go of the struggle. It’s all in my head.

I just need to Get Happy. That’s in the mind too.
I’ve practiced being ornery for quite a while.
I can best harness the Power Of Feeling Good
By engaging in all that I possibly should

To enhance my alignment and brighten my smile.
I can feel my way into a life that is new.

A Quick And Firm Reminder For You

It's Never All That Bad

When emotion is present that doesn’t feel good,
What is means is that what you are thinking about
When it flares up is Bogus in comparison
To what the source within you knows. You are the one
Who knows little to nothing. While stuck in your doubt
Nothing of what your source knows can be understood.

When you feel like your life makes no sense anymore,
And the world that reflects it, a broken mirror,
Is a fragmented jumble of jagged pieces,
And the life force within you slowly decreases,
It is only what you know. Your thinking clearer
Can’t occur when you’re feeling rotten to the core.

Your source knows of abundance and infinite grace.
You’re deserving of everything that you desire
By virtue of your being a part of this world.
Crumpled now is your outlook. It shall be unfurled
In the moment’s surrender to something higher.
Your source knows how to lift you from your troubled place.

There is always an answer – a safer way out
Of the darkest of circumstance. Your deep despair,
Justified, though addictive, can be turned around
By accepting the wisest guidance to be found.
Any pain that is suffered is best that you share
Your dilemma with others to lessen all doubt.

Architects Of Fate

The Projectors Of History

It’s a popular movie. Destruction and pain
Are what we as The Builders create at the drop
Of a hat or a payload. We each play a part.
Walls of Time is our tapestry. It’s a rough start
That continues its struggle, not willing to stop
Until armies on both sides are totally slain.

Nonetheless, all who are here alive and breathing
Are directors and actors in all that takes place.
Whether judged good or evil, each role that is played
Builds a wall that grows stronger. The price to be paid
For being too professional is some disgrace
Yet the cameras won’t stop. They just keep on rolling.

As the butterfly’s wings beat, they have an effect
On everything occurring throughout time and space.
Big and small are our parts, but each is important
To the fabric historic. On this earth we can’t
Live without able structure to fill with our grace
Mixed with something which is much far less than perfect.

Longfellow was a Wadsworth, whatever that’s worth
To the dick headed scholars who nitpick meaning
Spewed by those gaining privilege by circumstance.
Playing fields are not equal. Some don’t get the chance
To perform as a Builder. They do their own thing
With the challenge of maintaining some sense of mirth.

The Laughing Heart

The Sheer Joy Of Living

Your life is your own life. Be as bright as can be
And as light as the feather that tickles the soul.
Do not let it be clubbed into dank submission.
Be always on the watch. There are ways to have fun
As there always are ways out of life’s rigmarole.
Yes, there is a light somewhere. It’s for you to see.

Though the light is not brilliant, it beats the darkness
By infinity’s measure. So, be on the watch.
The gods will offer you many chances. Know Them.
You must be of the right heart. You may not condemn.
If you do it may leave an indelible splotch
On the memory of your life in the process.

You can’t beat death, but sometimes you can do just that
Through the life you are living. And the more often
You choose to learn to do it, more light there will be.
Your life is your life fully and absolutely.
Never mind about where in the past it has been.
That would mean that your heart has to wear a hard hat.

Know your life while you have it. You are marvelous.
The gods wait to delight in you wholeheartedly.
Your expressing of joy is their confirmation
Of their masterful work which has only begun.
It’s your life. Live with laughter that people may see
That your angelic presence is always a plus.

Go All The Way

Paradise On The Way To Heaven

If you’re going to try, then do Go All The Way.
Otherwise, do not start the path laid before you.
It could mean losing girlfriends, wives, and relatives,
Or your means of support which most rarely forgives.
You may lose your clear mind and be left without clue,
And the more that is lost, the more hell there’s to pay.

Can you Go All The Way knowing all is unknown?
With each step of the journey is uncertainty,
It could mean your not eating for three or four days,
Freezing on city park benches, prone in such ways
That attract sharp derision and harsh mockery.
It may challenge your spirit and hurt to the bone.

It could mean doing jail time and isolation.
Aloneness is the gift. All others are a test
Of how much you can take. Do you want to do it?
You know well what the answer is. You cannot quit!
You will do what you must and be fettered and blessed
And despite the rejection, there’s work to be done.

Better than anything else you could imagine
It will be if indeed you are going to try.
Don’t be half assed about it. Do Go All The Way.
There’s no other feeling like a part in the play
Where you dance with the gods and flame up the night sky.
You will ride perfect laughter. New life will begin.

Compulsive Thinking Cessation

Tuning The Noise Filter

Thinking is an addiction when it’s ego based.
Resistance to the moment and things as they are
Turn the mind into digital circuitry lost
In destructive anxiety and at great cost
To my sense of wellbeing. I am very far
From the life that I’ve longed for. Has it gone to waste?

There are two types of thinking. The futile is one
Where the mind spins in circles. Problems it creates
As well as certain enemies and grievances.
This dysfunctional state creates circumstances
Marked by fear and regret. Nothing but gloom awaits
When I’m stuck in a mind trip, and it ain’t no fun.

The other kind of thinking, not of the ego,
Comes from someone who’s deeper – the real part of me.
When I access this person in meditation,
Thinking then is constructive. I don’t feel undone.
Real thinking is creative, but positively.
Fruitfulness is the outcome as I get to glow.

Thought can be in the service of something worthwhile.
Universal Intelligence is but the best
To give all my devotion. A friend I can make
With this moment most present for everyone’s sake.
I’m a tool by which infinite love is expressed.
This indeed is much more than a reason to smile.

Easy Manifestation

Focus Plus Passion Equals Manifestation

I came here for the full blown manifestation
Because this is the leading edge of existence.
All creation takes place here in this earthly realm.
The experience often causes overwhelm
To where I may lose focus and self-confidence.
It is best that I relax and dare to have fun.

Feeling satisfied, I’m truly eager for more.
This emotional place is the best to embrace
As it is the vibrational stance that I need
To receive information. I then may proceed
In the righteous direction within time and space.
I need not figure things out as here I explore.

Feeling good anyway is the trick that I’ve learned.
When the manifestation has not happened yet
There’s no need to be upset. I’ll block myself from
Grace the universe offers. It only can come
If I’m exhilarated and of the mindset
That there isn’t a reason I need be concerned.

Satisfied with the evolving world I create,
I am in the position that proper timing
And bright flashes of insight are at my avail.
Life is the leading edge of an infinite tale
Of witch I am the sole author of everything.
The one thing I can manifest is feeling great.

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.

Are There Good And Bad People?

Judgment Is Of The Judge

Another doomsday message that will not be heard
Through the oceans of white noise and others voices
Is today what is offered. My daily routine
Has to do with recording whatever I’ve seen
On my path. And it turns out that I make choices
Contingent to dichotomy and what’s preferred.

Human Nature demonstrates we all are this way –
Always ready to judge something evil or good.
Attitudes form unconsciously and instantly.
That is why it’s so difficult to see clearly
Through the sea of opinion. In all likelihood,
My perceptions are weighted and often betray.

What is liked or disliked by any entity –
Be it person, a sports team, a nation, or skin –
Become part of our makeup. What e’er we decide
Will direct our behaviors. Our egoic pride
Spells disaster for earth. We commit mortal sin
On the largest of scales and with impunity.

Everyone oscillates between means and extremes
Of behaviors along spectra. No one is one
Or the other completely. The space I create
Will evoke good or evil. I’ll not complicate
What is raw truth and feelings. Then growth is begun.
On the global scale, are things as dark as it seems?

Don’t Take It Seriously

Levity Is In Order

Why do I take my living so seriously,
Finding pleasure in nothing but playing the game
Of pretend satisfaction? I live not at ease
Because I waste my focus on people to please.
Finding joy within oneself cannot be the same.
It’s the most wholesome origin ever to be.

Sourness, the byproduct of people pleasing,
Permeates my existence. An ever presence
Is the tartness of taste, feeling that I must sell
My perfected self proudly. I don’t do that well.
Peddling of one’s true self comes at the harsh expense
Of addiction to always ever appeasing.

“If I smile will you love me? Suppose I tap dance
As I juggle three Rubik’s cubes while solving them?”

This compulsive behavior is what makes life hard,
And it needs to be looked at. If I’m more on guard
To my slipping into that mode, I’ll find the gem
Of enlightenment relative to circumstance.

The more I look to others for love, the more I
Am not in sync with who I am most truthfully.
Solving not the big issues, I shine at the small.
In becoming more lighthearted, the less I fall
To the favor of others. And ultimately,
I’m as worthy as ever and shall always be.

The Women

Those Without Voice

No one else is there visible. Only mad men
Can be seen on the media and network news
Spouting off at the mouth or the weapon in hand.
Is it best that an ignorant world understand
What The Women must go through? It is they who lose
Having been nonexistent since heaven knows when.

Men who pass gas in public where there’s no escape
From their foul perverse intent are of the mindset
That their grossness is power that gives them control
Of most people’s attention. Their psychotic goal
Is to prove to all others that they are a threat.
Sense of smell is the wholesomeness they care to rape.

It’s a crusty old bastard nation in the eyes
Of the world cast upon them. Their arrogant ways,
Centuries in the making, have stale stunk the air.
Women had been breathing some real oxygen there,
And it’s not tolerated. Abusive mores
Among state and religion have integral ties.

It will take generations. New waves of women
With support of those worldwide pries open the door.
Once fresh air has been breathed, there is no turning back
To the ways of abuse and of constant attack.
Once one has tasted freedom, there’s wanting for more.
Women don’t want to breathe fecal air once again.

The Shadow’s Object

Unity Pair

Every shadow has something or someone attached
In a way that is crucial to its existence.
Their movements coincide. In ways, they are alike,
But they are as the thumb and the hole in the dyke.
Connected to each other at each’s expense,
It appears that they are inseparably matched.

Shadows are light dependent. Without it they will
Blend with all that is darkness, which is everything.
Lacking some incandescence, they cannot be seen.
In the meantime, whatever is dank can’t come clean,
Nor can they know the wisdom a light source can bring
To their undefined selves with their roles to fulfill.

Two-dimensional entities can’t but rely
Not only on revealing light. Also they’re tied
To the objects they represent. Every movement
They will mimic precisely and with no intent
To make fun of their objects. They can’t try to hide.
Flat creatures have no freedom and can’t wonder why.

As if quantum entanglement is taking place
Between shadow and object, they work as a team
To solicit attention to subconscious drives.
Reconciling behaviors complex, one survives
All the drama that life holds. It is a daydream.
Both the light and the darkness we must learn to face.

The Scourge Of Religion

Pandemic Of Soul

When a star starts making iron it will explode
In spectacular fashion. The power released
Can disrupt forming galaxies lightyears away.
It creates the stuff so fast one could rightly say
Mass production of heavy substances at least
Shows a violent cosmos in expressive mode.

What to make of the evil that money can buy?
One handful of the right souls now comes rather cheap
To the ones who can purchase behavior at will.
The right price can make good soldiers not want to kill
To defend their damned nation. The karma they reap
They will want to take care of long before they die.

Fighting over a small thing is not a big deal.
If we both want something, one of us will concede.
In a matter of time, one comes to one’s senses.
Take the damned thing and blow it! Too much expense is
Being paid by my spirit. I’d rather be freed
To get on with my best living in what is real.

But we fight for, over, and about God these days
As we have throughout history, and it’s insane.
If I believe in something but you… not the same,
In time we’ll kill each other and then place the blame
Anywhere but where it must go. All who are slain
Are but fodder for furtherance of toxic praise.

Over is the day of the sword. Now we kill more.
With the push of a button whole countries can be
Blown to bits within minutes without knowing why
Some asshole has decided that their kind must die
Over some subtle nonsense. We’ll never agree
And cannot be surprised by what else is in store.

Now, a global directive is what is needed.
One’s religion is one’s own business to pursue.
Do whatever the hell you want, but go in peace.
Beliefs global and national surely must cease
Or we face our extinction. But can this we do?
Our beliefs are not knowledge. Too many are dead.

Empowering News

The Only News Of Value

I consist of two life forms inside of one skin.
One of them is my true self – my inner being.
It is made of no substance – just pure consciousness.

Divine Light is its essence. It wants to express
Everything that is wholesome and spirit freeing.
It will never go back to where once it has been.

The other being is a most personal one
With a flesh and blood ego, personality,
And a growing collection of hopes and desires.
It is that self which struggles and easily tires.
In its quest for its being who it needs to be
It will frequently lose track and feel overrun.

The only difference between the two is that
My true self doesn’t look back. It looks straight ahead.
It’s the forwardmost version of me here and now.
Anything that I want is mine if I allow
Myself to be directed by spirit instead
Of the sad sack who suffers and has it down pat.

There’s no need for defense or justification.
My comparisons cripple and have no meaning
But contrast is a good thing. Without it no growth
Would occur in the one self yet surely not both.
I must go with the one which is forward leaning
Where my issues are weaker and I have more fun.

Rest Easy

All Is Well

There’s an end to each good day as there is to all.
How well did it go? Does it matter anyway?
It’s tempting to get caught up in this day’s drama.
Challenges cloud my thoughts. They’re a source of trauma.
I lose sight of the true value life is today.
I forget that my privilege is nothing small.

But today is now over. For sleep I prepare.
No matter what the day held, it’s time to let go
Of the big things that I think I can’t overcome.
Just because I cannot doesn’t mean that I’m scum.
Timeless Truth that my eternal soul gets to know
Needs to be to my consciousness made more aware.

Stepping back for a moment, the bigger picture
That my soul sees already, is clearer to me.
Everything’s working out exactly as it should.
In the end, life’s a dream that can always be good.
Like a story with chapters, each day’s end can be
One of joyful reflection. My thoughts can be pure.

“Let the Universe Celebrate Itself Through You!”
It’s the one affirmation I most need to hear

Echoing back to me as I end this fine day.
Now is time to listen to what it wants to say…
Not out of desperation. It’s motive is clear.
I am whole as I am now. This is always true.

All Else Falls Into Place

The Need To Adjust Things

Oddly shaped are the raindrops as freely they fall.
Must I do something with each before it can rest
On the surface now built up? Where is my control?
This life game is a journey, but what is the goal?
If I play with the right folk, I won’t fail the test,
Yet that doesn’t prevent me from dropping the ball.

My mind is a container. Its volume of thought
Can’t exist without big holes of dead empty space.
If by staying high minded I’m able to change
How each thought takes the surface – if I can arrange
Them before they cannot be – I’m running whose race?
This game is at its most basic fatally fraught.

I create my reality, damn it to hell!
It should not be a death sentence but awesome news.
My desires and beliefs must be in alignment.
If they’re not then this lifetime is one I’ll resent.
Whatever it may come to, I do get to choose
Every thought that I think and where each one should dwell.

How things might come together is not my business
Nor should it be of any concern. Only why
Should fill up the container. Good things will in turn
Fall in place rather nicely. God’s grace I discern
Showering down upon me like rain from the sky.
All I need do is trust in the simple process.

The Game Of Satisfaction

The Game Of Happy Living

As I’m having a good time and things go my way,
I delight in the process and manifest more
In the way of fulfillment. I may go along
Until some ‘what if’ happens and something goes wrong
When I’m faced with an issue that I can’t ignore
Then I must find the best way to feel more ok.

History and old habits have nothing to do
With the new ever presence that this moment holds.
My thoughts are where I left them last, and there they stay
And become a trip hazard some God awful day.
Do I have any say in how my life unfolds?
Getting rid of the old stuff makes room for what’s new.

I can stop the self-sabotage. I’ll think about
The issue in a way that feels better by far
Than the dwelling upon it. ‘What if’s’ can be good.
A game can be made of life that is understood
To leave me in contentment. The way that things are
Shall evolve as they should. I have nary a doubt.

So, I do keep a journal; this one and one more
With a line down the center and separate sides.
On the satisfied half go all happy events.
On the other, the troubled heart and its contents.
Putting them in a new place, I’m making great strides
In my human development – none like before.

The Universe Is On Your Side

All The Power There Is

Frequently one-two-three punches into the gut
Leave a mess for digestion of life as a meal.
Sustenance insufficient, the dark soul adrift
In a fog can recover by making a shift
In the way it is thinking. Life can be ideal.
Yes, you can be in fulfillment no matter what.

Those who hang out in spirit, who used to be here
Among us in the earth realm plus many others
That we can never know of whose numbers are vast
Have no better thing to do but lovingly cast
Good vibrations upon earth. Whatever occurs
That is unwanted is only due to your fear.

You cannot be impatient although you may know
Absolutely for certain that you deserve more.
Let it happen without giving it all your thought.
Finding joy in the process, you will not get caught
In the trap of poor thinking. You are destined for
All the best that you’ve dreamt since a long time ago.

Those who believe in fairies and unicorns are
In their right minds by spirit who takes form in ways
That are meant to return you to who you can be.
Forces do work in tandem for your harmony.
On the wings of your wishes, spirit offers praise
And reminds you that all that you seek isn’t far.

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.

Listen Carefully

...And Doors Will Open

Who you really are is other than the person
Who has ears yet hears not the subtle inner voice.
It is calling you forward, but if you won’t go
Every step on your path will be fettered with woe.
At the drop of a negative thought, you’ve the choice
To reach for what feels better. Life can be made fun.

The only bondage there is is your holding back
From that which gently calls you. From there, excuses
Range widely for not going the way of your heart.
But don’t act in distress just to get a kickstart
To more fuss and confusion. One who refuses
The divine invitation is one sorry sack.

Get your ass in alignment with our earth mother
And be freed from the buildup of much resistance.
Then work on the part of you who has not a name
Yet who knows what you want most and how you may claim
All that you’ve wanted of material substance.
Making changes while happy is what you’d prefer.

Building up the momentum of your getting there…
To that place that you’re reaching, become more aware
Of the good things about your life. And in this way
Your journey will be joyful each and every day.
No reason on God’s green earth is there to despair.
All you need do is listen and take proper care.

No Struggle Is Needed

Resistance Is Futile

When comparing myself to others, I am weak.
Can I learn how to not give my freedom away?
If I’m told, “Don’t be selfish,” does this really mean
“Give support to my selfishness?” I’m better seen
Through my own eyes – not others’. I need not betray
Who I am, and this attitude is not unique.

The changes that I go through are for me alone.
If I make them for others, then they control me.
I’m not here to adjust nor to solicit praise
For the life that I’m living, for I will always
Be connecting my own joy to those who must be
Satisfied with my living. My freedom is blown.

Others mean well, but they simply don’t understand
That the struggle they teach others is counting on
Those same people to do what they need them to do.
With this change in perception, I can follow through
To the next point of focus. By then may it dawn
Upon me that my worthiness is rather grand.

I am able to focus my thoughts anywhere
That I choose to direct them. From them emanate
Energy that the universe gladly receives.
It performs well its magic for one who believes
That it is most important to be in a state
Of complete self-fulfillment with much more to share.

With Every Step

Certain Incremental Relief

Can I think of but one thing that turns me away
From the path I have taken? Back to feeling whole
Is what I now am asking for. Can my belief
That a simple thought can give me more than relief
From the confounding issues that plague my lost soul
Have within it the answer? I pray that it may.

Throughout life, there are crossroads and forks all along.
I can get closer or further from my desire
By how I choose to feel every step of the way.
Each one is a decision point. Rather than stay
In a funk, I can let divine forces conspire
To bring manifestation sufficient and strong.

I must tune my vibration. I cannot demand
That the universe give me gratification
In an instant. My job is to feel my way there.
Living is too important for me not to care
How I feel in each moment on my path begun.
Feeling just a tad better is wholesomely grand.

Feeling good while I’m stepping, I’m marching toward
All the things that delight me. I’ll be offered more
Than I could have imagined. I’m given contrast
For magnificent deciphering, then it’s passed
Again back to the universe who’s working for
My most cherished of wishes. They are not ignored.

Stop Thinking About It

When The Mind Is In Overdrive

When I’m outcome fixated I can’t see beyond
The most unfulfilled present. My thoughts turn to things
That I don’t want and never have. What I must do
Is to alter my thinking, if only I knew
How to do it effectively. But my mind clings
To the now which is past tense where turmoil is spawned.

The cycle become vicious, I learn through its pain.
My receiver must be tuned to the frequency
Of the righteous transmitting of infinite grace.
Every bit of the whole process I must embrace.
Forever on the leading edge of what’s to be,
How can I stop resistance for maximum gain?

Energy that creates worlds is flowing through me.
Why rely on someone for the life I desire?
I create my experiences while awake,
Yet unconscious of many wrong paths that I take
On the way to fulfillment, wisdom I acquire.
Thoughts I think must align with who I want to be.

The process of achieving must entertain doubt.
The resistance it offers may cause me to think.
“Show me, then I’ll believe it.” It works not that way.
“Just stop thinking about it throughout the whole day,
Then with infinite forces, you’ll be well in sync.”
I can know that in good time, good things will work out.

Relief

Ascending The Emotional Ladder

In releasing resistance I find true relief.
I must know that this feeling is better by far
Than a hell ever present. The sorrow and pain
That I have caused for others because I’m insane
Now congest the insides of me and leave a scar
On my sense of direction. I am my own thief.

The emotional ladder is what I must climb.
From the bottom abysmal with deepest despair,
The next rung is anger. I need someone to blame.
It’s a much better feeling wherein I reclaim
Some power that I’d lost by not being aware
That there is such a spectrum. It’s here all the time.

Moving up the emotional scale is to feel
My way to satisfaction, and from there, onward
To the freedom and peace that I ask strongly for.
There is only momentum toward that and more.
The resistance I nurture cannot be ignored.
I can only release it in order to heal.

Nowhere near to the top do I find myself now.
Although I feel relief, no vibrational match
Does it make to fulfillment of ultimate dreams.
The increase in momentum between the extremes
Of emotion I’m able to use to detach
From what’s wrong with my present then learn to allow.

The Missing Piece

That Which Everyone Is In Search Of

I’ve been feeling there’s something in life that should change.
Some resistance I do have knowing exactly
How or what it would look like, but how it would feel
Must be my only focus. Then life will reveal
What it is that I’m missing. The trick is to be,
With regard to passion, within receiving range.

Stand I must in the wholeness in true resonance
With who I am and revel, then changes will come.
And I will recognize them on their way to me.
It’s a struggle to create deliberately
Because there’s an awareness one can’t escape from.
It’s resistance about the current circumstance.

Remaining on the treadmill of things as they are
Prevents me from their changing to something other
Than to keep trying, then failing. Then the despair
Takes control of the spirit. No wellness is there.
To make peace with where I am now has to occur.
The next piece about making peace then can’t be far.

The ability to feel good no matter what
Is the treasure I must know that I own outright.
Where, when, or how is not the question to be asked.
It is why that I want that leaves goodness unmasked
So that I can discover with utter delight.
Getting through the resistance, one needs a shortcut.

Empathy And Compassion

The Subtle Difference

True compassion is looking clearly at someone
Through the eyes of their better self while maintaining
One’s own sense of wellbeing. It’s good that we care
For how others are doing. Most folks are aware
Of the unending plight of human suffering
And would offer their help if something could be done.

Empathy is the understanding and sharing
Of the feelings of others. It falls somewhat short
Of the call to right action. One senses the pain
In the other, but pity is offered in vain.
This is certainly not conducive to support.
Negative connotations can empathy bring.

There are kindhearted people who can become prey
To those who’ve become needy professionally.
They’ve perfected the fine art of drawing folks in
To their confounding drama that makes the head spin.
One must exercise caution in giving freely
Of oneself in this real world in which we all play.

I can’t ignore the needy because I am one
Not through my better judgment does my growth occur.
Nonetheless, I am wealthy for all that I learn.
Need I feel like the object of someone’s concern
When I can live the life that I truly prefer?
I now know of compassion. New life is begun.

Tipping The Vibrational Scale

To One's Own Advantage

When consumed in vibration, like feeling my best
At whatever I’m doing, I need to take care
That I won’t then feel guilty. What if the next shoe
That will drop is calamity. What will I do
If my mood begins plummeting out of nowhere?
Can I know that forever and always I’m blessed?

“I have found my beloved. She is my soul mate.
Whenever we’re together our hearts beat as one.
I have wished for so many things that have come true.
Feeling so much on top of the world as I do,
I can know that my asking will never be done
And there is not an ending to what I create.”

I cannot know the bigness of provident grace.
I provide the ingredients through my desire.
Then forces universal take over from there.
All I need do is let go and be more aware
Of assurances given me as they conspire
To surprise and delight me all over the place.

Seeking thought non-resistant, the pleasure therein
Is the mind made more quiet. Can I tip the scale
From my guilt for enjoyment of life here and now?
I must feel myself worthy, then I can allow
What is good to come to me in every detail.
Can I rid myself of my existential sin?

Wonderful things may happen. Amazed I’ll not be
Though it goes against habit. Some work it does take
To where I am expectant of things working out
To my general favor. The presence of doubt
Is a cumbersome killjoy that leads to heartache.
All that I have been asking for will come to be.

Sure Signs

Proofs Of Providence

When does life happen for me? This question I pray
To whatever will hear it and give an answer
That I can perceive readily and understand.
Humbled by present circumstance, I can’t demand
That the provident forces do as I prefer.
My addiction to Sure Signs consumes me this day.

But I know that in good time the good life will come.
That I can conjure up enough passion in me
Is a manifestation that I can’t ignore.
Can I be satisfied with my not getting more
Than a wonderful feeling and be completely
In the state of receiving? This is hard for some.

When the words come right to me with relative ease
And the things that I write about start to make sense
To that self who is needy, it is a sure sign
That the things that I’m asking for soon will be mine.
But to savor the feeling of blissful suspense
Is to be still in lack mode. Not much will I seize.

My words are of importance, but only so far
As they give inspiration, if only to me.
I feel that I’m quite worthy to still be alive.
Though I’ve made some mistakes, I’m expected to thrive.
Validation I need not in order to be
In the state of acceptance of things as they are.

Know Thyself

The Spiritual Mirror Image

Since childhood I’ve been learning and relearning things
That others get the first time and with greater ease.
I don’t find it a problem until I’m perceived
And am judged for the way I am. Then I am peeved.
But I’ve been a fine bastard with my psychoses
And this self-observation – my ego it stings.

It’s and ongoing process. Self-discovery
Grows from learning of this world and all of its ways.
But the self that is studied is of the body
And the thing that we know as personality
Yet the more subtle essence for most of us stays
In the depths of the psyche concealed completely.

I would study myself, but just what does that mean?
I must ask myself questions that puzzle me so.
Is myself the perceiver? Or am I that who
Perceives he who’s perceiving? If I follow through
With this interrogation, what truth could I know?
…Consciousness is recursive and clearly obscene?

The mind is a fifth limb. It will grasp and hold on
To the things it perceives. I know that it’s a tool.
It itself is perceived by that which is unnamed.
The true self is a mirror wherein all is framed
In its pureness of being. I’ll take that as cool.
It’s the source of all selfhood from which life is drawn.

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.

The State Of Allowing

The Awareness Of Bliss

In that state of wellbeing I most want to be…
Where I find some relief from the problems I face.
“Lack Of Money” – the sign I flash unconsciously
Keeps the good life from coming. This hurt part of me
Is the subject of complete financial disgrace.
What I want is to be more financially free.

So, this drum I’ve been beating is quite negative.
It puts me in a cold sweat. I can’t keep my head
In the sand for much longer. Things only get worse.
As my thoughts become dangerous, I feel the curse
Put upon me by myself. Each moment I dread.
It affects my digestion. It’s no way to live.

My vibration is fucked up. I can’t deny that
Nor refrain from profanity. All that I feel
Has a purpose that spirit has asked me to share.
Those who know they’re not worthy must know that I care
For those suffering as I do. This Shit Is Real!
How do I engage myself in mortal combat?

Well the answer is simple. I can take a break
From my hell through a virtual reality.
Fantasy therapeutic and most creative
Will allow universal forces to then give
All that I have been asking. I just have to be
In The State Of Allowing. Too much is at stake.

Who Possesses One’s Back?

Trust In The State Of Affairs

We rely much on others for so many things.
Human interdependence on one another
Is the backbone society bares to possess.
Yet with trillions of bones to pick, people obsess
Over what makes the buck stop, then want to defer
All its value to nothingness and what it brings.

When someone has departed this physical plane
Of existence – one who was the main bread winner,
Those surviving may suffer a multiple loss.
With no income replacement they must bear the cross
Of maintaining their way of life. Debt may incur.
Money problems are what drive most people insane.

But, the dead are not missing, although they are missed
Through believing that communication has ceased.
They reach out to us frequently after they’re ‘gone.’
Some can hear what they tell them and rely upon

A much wider perspective where trust is increased
In the infinite process in which all exist.

Only when in alignment can spirit be heard.
To be in the receptive mode is important
If one seeks independence from all ownership
Of one’s back, and it helps to get a firmer grip
On the true self within who alone can supplant
Providence of the worldly and its fickle word.

Seventeen Seconds

A Miracle's Creating In Moments

Seventeen is the number of seconds it takes
To create some momentum from one focused thought.
In that bit of time, can I think just of one thing
Without measuring pros and cons and what might bring
On a rabid complexity where mind is caught
In a game of survival that’s played at high stakes?

After holding a single thought consistently,
It gains attraction power. Thoughts most similar
Coalesce and get stronger within the spirit.
Energized, the emotions will play and not quit.
And there is not a danger of going too far
As the source of all being is much part of me.

Another seventeen seconds… then, another…
After sixty eight seconds, emotion runs high
And impulses come flooding in from everywhere.
Manifesting the good feeling puts me right there
Where the universe notices. No longer shy,
All the life I’m entitled to has to occur.

I can’t deal with conditions, but feelings I will
Change exclusive to anything that’s going on
Which is outside my sacred self who is at peace.
Every bit of the struggle I need to release
To the cosmos for processing. Much fear is gone
By performing this exercise just for the thrill.

Let It Go

No Illusion Can Help You

I feel beside myself, yet there is a big hand
That has me by the consciousness. I know not where
Or when it will release me. I wait for the fall
Of my house-of-cards being. The worst of it all
Is that I can’t stop ongoing thoughts of despair
I have no sense of knowing how my life is planned.

I have managed to activate a vibration
Of somethings that I really don’t want in my life,
It seems that as I struggle things only get worse.
Is there reason to think that my life is a curse?
I can’t stop the momentum of personal strife.
Evidence of improvement appears to be none.

Sloppily, my vibration is scattered about
Discipline there’s a lack of in how I offer
To the universe what I believe can come true.
Anything that involves struggle I need not do.
When I do things I don’t want damage can occur
May the spirit who guides me relieve me of doubt.

The big hand of my consciousness of how things are
Can let go of my big self that feels rather small.
Letting Go is my guidance to trust the process.
What’s available to me is instant access
To the wealth of wellbeing that’s here for us all.
The solution to issues in life isn’t far.

It’s All Lined Up And Ready

Life's Treasures Await

There’s no end to how good it can get. Don’t deny
All the wellbeing offered by the universe.
We’re all in this together. Some point not the way
That is best for their being, while others display
Confidence that all goes well. Good will they disperse
To the human collective. But can we know why?

To be so where I am is a strong tendency –
A bad habit I have trouble letting go of.
I feel I must do something about what is wrong.
If I call it a crisis, it will not be long
Before I lose all faith in guidance from above.
I speak with some reluctance, but passionately.

If I can see the door as open a wee bit,
And then change my direction to what feels better,
I will see good start happening rather quickly.
It can become the evidence that my eyes see.
There’s no reason why I’ve not the life I prefer.
All the universe is here for our benefit.

I have nothing to prove. I can’t do life alone
To the point where I’m cut off from provident grace.
It comes through other people and flows to and from
Every creature on earth. Yet it’s withheld by some
Who are fearful of lack so that greed they embrace.
Things can always get better when this trick is known.

Wonder

The Zest In Life

On a rock unimportant that circles a star
Insignificant on the outer edges of
A small galaxy nestled away in deep space
Is a petri dish species called the human race.
It’s a feeling of Wonder. We happen to love
This bizarre circumstance no matter who we are.

…At least, that’s how I think other folk would respond
To the weird situation consciousness is in.
I know some people tune that right out of their minds
And rely on fake thrills and rubbish of all kinds.
Insignificance blossoms until I begin
Noticing everything to which all have a bond.

This rock produces people as the apple tree
Generates tons of apples throughout its life span.
Alien life would find us most significant.
All that remains peculiar is also brilliant.
Can my eyes of a child make me a better man?
They were given to me so that I choose to see.

Between faith and belief, there’s a wide difference.
To believe is to wish. It’s a kind of a creed
Or a fervent hope that a certain thing is so.
But faith means there are things that I don’t have to know.
Hanging on to the rigidity at light speed,
The sensation of floating describes my suspense.