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The Ever Unfolding Drama

Once upon a tough lifetime, the fool I became
Disconnected me from myself and family.
An awful disappointment I am to them now.
Resolution is futile. I can but allow
Divine guidance to soothe the decayed part of me
Who continues the story of sorrow and shame.

The process of atonement will not complete here
In the realm of the physical. It’s much too late.
Criminal are offenses that I’ve committed.
My life hangs by the tiniest bit of a thread.
Addicted to self-loathing, the hell I create
Is the product of thinking and acting from fear.

Any troublesome story deserves a rewrite
No matter how disgusting and vile it may be.
I’d been under the influence of human pain.
No regret have I. My actions I can’t explain.
I can remain the victim of insanity
Or amend the whole story to something more bright.

Life is short, and its meaning I’m left to pursue
Through intense introspection with much gratitude
For the lessons I’m given so that I may grow.
That I am worthy is all that I need to know.
If I don’t take this attitude, then I am screwed.
Any story can be changed to something brand new.

The Cycle

The Infinity Of Providence

There are cycles unending wherein I am one
With all others on this earth and all that exists.
How do I lead my consciousness of time and space
To evoke the momentum of God’s loving grace?
Within all life’s occurrences motion persists
Only in one direction and never is done.

Contemplating on cycles, I feel out the parts
That each one is made up of. Must there be contrast
So that goodness can be seen amid the chaos?
Can I manage somehow to stop thinking of loss
Long enough to allow good momentum to last?
Since each has no beginning, can there be false starts?

There are steps to creation. The yearning I feel
Causes asking, which causes motion, then forces
Of the universe amplify what has been made.
Only through my impatience is goodness delayed.
Maintaining the alignment with who my source is
Is the grease for the axle that quiets the wheel.

Maintenance of continuance rightly includes
Times of darkness. To get through them, and then to grow…
It’s a life I’m well suited for. Which path I choose
At any given moment is either the blues
Or the way of fulfillment. What more need I know?
I’m aware of the wonder each cycle exudes.

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.

Your Dominant Mantra

The Vibration Unique In The Universe

Happily Ever After is how life unfolds.
Watch for and expect the next opportunity…
Then the next, and the next… And be fully aware
That your place in the universe is something rare.
Let Your Dominant Mantra allow you to be
Intertwined with creation and all that it holds.

Happily Ever After is how you’re to live.
You need not to accomplish, or even set goals
Because what you are reaching for through your success
Is the symbol eternal of true joyfulness
In connecting with who you are. All of our souls
Have the power to receive and also to give.

 You were not meant to struggle nor wallow in pain.
Disconnected from yourself, you cannot allow
The goodness that the universe offers freely
To all that which it’s made of. There’s no need to be
Serious about living. You need not know how
Only that you are worthy of maximum gain.

By not sweating the small stuff, which is of all things,
You will tune your awareness toward who you are.
At your core, you are pure love, and this consciousness
For yourself and your circumstance gives you access
To your life of fulfillment, which never is far.
Be open to the bounty your universe brings.

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.

With A Slight Shift In Focus

Independent Direction

Little things I can manifest often enough.
Not much effort is needed. They come easily.
But the bigger things I want are more difficult
To bring into existence. My efforts result
In things taking a long time to happen for me.
Is there some way I’m thinking that’s making this tough?

There is no difference between big things and small.
They can both be created with little effort
And as fast as is wanted. It’s expectation
That is often at issue for most everyone.
Little things we believe strongly, but we fall short
When it comes to the larger things that may enthrall.

One can train to expect things to happen quickly
Through a shifting of focus towards one’s desire.
I’m observing where I am, so here I will be
Until I choose to look at something completely
Different from what is now. It then must inspire
And accelerate timing most absolutely.

It depends on me only how long it will take
To clean up my vibration and focus much more
On the life that I’m living without all the stress.
Above anything else, I must trust the process.
Resolute expectation of what is in store
Is the one shift in focus that’s my lucky break.

The Regret To Inform

Empathic Dissonance

“We regret to inform you…” This chilling prefix
To the statement of horror no one wants to hear
Is the way to do business. Without empathy
Or compassion to offer, mechanically
Are these tidy words uttered. They do not endear
As the phrase, in its essence, most clearly depicts.

The Regret To Inform is the artform of choice
In a world much too busy investing in ways
To gain maximum value from each person sold.
Socializing through intercourse, active yet cold,
Makes the heart crave illusion as long as it pays.
There’s no need to consider the tone of one’s voice.

Governments and most businesses must operate
In a way that gets things done and out of their sight.
That means treating all people as though they were things
To be managed appropriately. What this brings
To the surface of consciousness cannot be right.
It does nothing but strengthen the need to frustrate.

Your ‘regret’ is not taken as kind and sincere,
And I pity your circumstance. Don’t inform me
Of your lack of humanity. Keep that within
Where it may once enlighten you. Then you’ll begin
The soul work on your enterprise. Ultimately,
 All regret has its basis in unresolved fear.

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.

Problems Create Solutions

Every Piece Is Important

Things are meant to go through changes. That is the way
Of this physical universe. All that takes place
That is seen as not wanted provides the answer
To the realization that I would prefer.
It supplies all desire, this particular space,
And the Law of Attraction I can’t disobey.

The only choice I have is between abundance
And the lack of it. At once, not both can be done.
Plastic in the world’s oceans causes much distress
To the creatures and my conscience. If I express
Enough comment about it, then work is begun
By the infinite forces on the circumstance.

Such an issue can become fuel for the future.
The notion is not farfetched given we’ve evolved
First through coal, then through steam, then to jet engine fuel…
Nuclear, then to solar. Desire is a tool
That can be used to get most of our problems solved.
How this universe functions we can know for sure.

I believe in infinity – not the finite,
And that there is more than less. I know that something
Occurs more than does nothingness. I’ll take the thrill
Of the answers forthcoming, if I learn to chill.
Can I practice the joy that my wanting will bring?
It is best that I see that my future is bright.

The Dance With Disaster

The Detergent Duo

Can the hell I’ve created be worse than the one
In the service of Satan? Is my world the same
As the one that I’m meant for, if it does exist?
If indeed I am not there, am I sorely missed?
My unnatural acting has caused me much shame.
Terrified of the tango, I feel it’s begun.

My true self is the partner who wears a disguise
To prevent me from knowing from where lessons come.
Knowing whence they came leads to the easy way out
Of experience needed. While flailing about
On the dance floor of life, I know not where I’m from,
Which, to my knowing partner, is not a surprise.

This is all about feeling the best that I can
Through the world of confusion and eminent doom.
Interaction consensual cannot dissolve.
The exchange of emotion can only evolve
To a worthy performance inside the ballroom.
Guidance comes through my partner. I don’t have to plan.

Chronic is such a topic as personal pain,
But I feel it’s my duty to get it all down
Where the whole world can see it and be entertained
Or enlightened. My purpose will have been attained
In the long run. I can’t dance while wearing a frown.
If I get myself through this, there’s so much to gain.

Screw What Others Think!

Ignore The Useless Chatter

People’s mouths are their assholes too often it seems.
Body parts we all have, and they’re all much the same.
Certain parts of the psyche that do the most harm
Are also the very ones that are used to charm
The way through life as if it were just a fun game.
Differences among psyches span all extremes.

How does life get much better? Need I poll the crowd
And record all my findings, then make a report
To the obsessive compulsive self in some need
Of notice from outside itself? This can but lead
To a life loud and looney. I sell myself short
By the buying of likes. How can I then feel proud?

Prostitution made social, perception is clear
Of the ways human nature perceives and responds
To the slightest vibrations. Making others wrong…
Or myself is of no use. I’m where I belong.
It is natural, yet I must learn to form bonds
That retain their significance year after year.

All the ones who accept and support me are those
Who are of a like feather. They mirror the bird
Rising up from the ashes of foolish mistakes.
My opponents are, for me, a source of headaches.
I shall take no one’s temperature, as preferred,
But my own through a process I need not disclose.

Wanting Money To Come

Financial Struggle

Out of myself, and dangerously, so to speak,
Purgatory is manifest, and that is all
That consumes too much energy. It shouldn’t be
Wasted on idle worrying incessantly.
How could I ever get used to feeling so small?
I do not want to see the contents of my creek.

Constant is the dilemma. To get things to flow,
Like the blood through its vessels, or current through wires…
Takes what I’m sorely lacking. All that I can do
Is exist in psychosis, always feeling blue.
Rather than pumping increase into my desires
Can I lessen resistance and mitigate woe?

Paralyzed by depression, the motion I need
To take place in an instant takes forever long.
In the meantime, as creditors’ calls gain in strength,
Fear that I will end up going to any length
To escape the torment including doing wrong
Eats away at my essence. For freedom I plead.

There is balance between my belief and desire.
How I can best achieve it is not to feel bad.
It’s one hell of a challenge given how things are.
I must know that relief from my pain isn’t far.
Can I honor this journey and learn to be glad
Even though my circumstances seem so damned dire?

In the realm of the spirit, I promised that I
Would have many desires – some of them very strong,
And that I’d know the difference, by how I feel,
Whether or not I’m close to my chosen ideal.
I can do nothing else but stay where I belong –
In that state of allowing, not needing to try.

Martial Arts And Their Roots

Perpetual Training

“No major contributions have dark races made
To society ever throughout history.”
This is what white supremacists want to believe.

All the text books we study from truly deceive
All the world into thinking that all that we see
Is of Caucasoid origin. Thus, we are played.

One example to know is the Art of Defense
From the temples of Kemet in East Africa.
Long before Roman gods of war learned about mars
And before Asian artforms were born of the stars,
Black men practiced the montu. It takes stamina,
And for thousands of years, it’s made natural sense.

Every culture has merits. We recognize those
That are focused perversely. Perception is skewed
To the view of the narcissist – grand and supreme.
The historical record seems to make it seem
That there is but one race wherein God has imbued
The sole rights to the narrative. Everyone knows.

I, amid psychic warfare in dense battleground,
Am awash in perspective. Defense I have none
For the enemy weakened by revealing light
On the truth of all matters. This world is not white
But a delicate mixture that isn’t yet done.
Honoring what my own have done is most profound.

Incensitive Spirit

Therapy Of Aroma

Why the burning of incense was done for so long
Is because of its healing and clearing effects.
May cultures use it as a tool to evoke
God’s support for the meditative state. The smoke,
As it fills the room, changes physical aspects
Of the space for the better. It need not be strong.

Used by many a culture for thousands of years,
Herbs and resins were precious known commodities.
They can kill some bacteria and help the ill
To recover more quickly than taking a pill.
They are made for the indoors where there is no breeze.
Funky air is untidy, and incense it clears.

There are energy structures within every space
Created by the space itself. They can affect
The psychology in terms of feeling and mood.
All depends, in the moment, on how things are viewed,
And these things are to always be given respect.
Negative energy structures one can displace.

From old trees in the forests in enchanted lands
Come the purest of resins – not chemically
Can a product be worthy of doing its job.
If it’s not made by nature, one’s health it may rob.
Indoors made into outdoors is done easily.
This is offered in hope that your knowledge expands.

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.

The Confederate Hillbillies

Nightmare Cowboy Saga

It’s a story ‘bout a nation and the ku klux klan
And of every kind of hatred that can be conceived by man.
On some land already taken, their own freedom they pursued
Through the power the musket and the will to delude.

Disenchanted, once they got here, by too much diversity,
They decided this is not the way a country ought to be
So they came up with a system that we call democracy
But it’s only for the ones who are as white as they can be.

They believe in white supremacy and Christianity
And the good old days of lawlessness and wholesale slavery
Only Christian Europeans deserve their own promised land
And to hell with any others who just will not understand.

Does this story have an ending? No! It keeps continuing.
A black chink upon our shining armor only does it bring.
If it’s not for social justice then for what does freedom ring?
Is it for that group of rednecks who find fault with everything?

So, the future of this troubled nation could be seen as bleak.
Firearms and civil unrest are the only ways to speak
And like cowboys in the wild west, those gold nuggets that they seek
Are the ones that come from Russia. This does make us rather weak.

But there’s always hope that human nature will evolve someday
In a way that’s all inclusive and in much less disarray
Every citizen among us has the blessed right to be
In the bounty of a healthy and a sane society.

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.

Afterlife Now!

No Other Time Is Better

As the fit hits the shan and I get the back hand
Of a pissed off society, what can I do?
There’s no left or right exiting off of this stage.
I wish that I could wave a wand and disengage
From this path I have taken. I am someone who
Has screwed up so profoundly that I can’t expand.

It’s not that it’s a cruel world. This I had known
Since before my arrival into this strange now.
Since from spirit I did come, why then would I choose
To submit to a gamble wherein I may lose
And create yet more karma? How can I know how
To see clearly the guidance I clearly am shown?

They remain yet unanswered… These questions I ask
Of an infinite universe… Are they worthwhile
To be spending time pondering while I am here?
Would heaven build a schoolhouse to learn about fear?
I cannot shake the feeling that I’m in exile
And to find my way back to somewhere is my task.

What I feel is nostalgia for somewhere unknown
To my present reality, and my yearning
Is for how I felt coming here – not going back
Until I get to deal with my issues of lack.
Contemplating the afterlife often will bring
On that wonderful feeling right now on its own.

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.

How To Feel About Money

Attitude Toward The TokenSeparate is the problem from the solution.
It must stay that way, otherwise things don’t work out.
In the answer, the question is not returned to.
Life’s direction is one way. There is forward view.
Hindsight is only good for admitting that doubt
Is built into the way things are normally done.

I don’t want a rough ride through life. I want freedom
From the fears that my feelings of lack place on me.
Every subject is two subjects – like a magnet
Has two poles that are opposite. What I beget
Depends squarely upon which end I mostly see.
Simply thinking about money renders me glum.

Placing that money magnet aside for a spell
To then pick up another one that feels better
Is my best course of action – which is not to act.
When the subject of money has lethal impact
It is best to kibosh the damned thing then defer
It to when I’m more suited and feeling quite well.

On one end is the money. On the other end
Are the feelings of happiness, freedom, and flow.
I want many more choices to do what is fun…
The feeling that the universe truly is one
With my passion and worthiness. I must let go
And let treasures from heaven upon me descend.

 

Lucidity

The Wealth Of The Waking Dream State

Many know of the dream state where one can control
Narrative, the environment, and character
Of experience totally. While in this state
One becomes most attuned to new things to create.
What would happen would be just as one would prefer.
It’s believed that this method achieves any goal.

Famous people had used it before science new
It was something to study in every detail.
Since then, many are taking advantage of it.
Benefits are amazing. One can be more fit
To live life with exuberance while on its trail.
Yet, there’s some preparation the novice must do.

While awake throughout each day, reality checks
Should be done very often. A good one to use
Is the ‘finger through hand’ test. When one is dreaming
The finger will go through the hand – such a strange thing!
Now, I know that to many, this isn’t big news.
But my job is to share interesting subjects.

How to get to the lucid dream state is easy
And involves waking then going right back to sleep
While the mind remains active and widely awake.
While the body’s paralysis is no mistake,
It returns one to REM sleep. It’s best that one keep
Pen and paper available expectantly.

On The Brink Of Becoming

Unavoidable Excitement

Life gets pretty exciting as tightness gives way
To a lack of resistance. By one single thread
Does my wealth withered ego hang on to some thing
That will open the floodgates and easily bring
Tons of wealth headed for me. I’m sorely misled
By what life has to offer that I must obey.

Take your internet job search and stick it up where
Daylight never does enter. I’m not a damned slave.
I delight in my attitude being piss poor.
Suppose I interview you, you ignorant whore?
You are one third my age, and the way you behave
Is as if I’m some dipshit in need of a prayer.

“Get your sorry ass solvent, and pay your damned bills!”
Yes, I do get the message, but kindly fuck off.

Desperation is dangerous for all involved.
And the more I am fucked with, the less gets resolved.
I don’t feel like a creature that feeds from a trough.
I’ll avoid people judging me because it kills.

So, my phone remains unplugged. I’ll have no contact
With the world of disaster that I’ve created.
Well cocooned in my workspace, my value must grow.
I have asked for the universe, and I can know
What the world cannot tell me. I’ll rely instead
On belief in Becoming one who can attract.

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.

Instant Alignment

A Quick Way To A Moment Of Bliss

It takes much self-control to let go of control.
It’s not easy to do and contrary to all
That I’m asking the universe for everyday.
Screw my determination. It’s best that I pray
That I give up my efforting. It forms a wall
Between me and wellbeing. It’s bad for the soul.

Have I done enough goal setting? Or have I reached
An impasse of performance upon the life stage?
Someone should know these answers. Why isn’t it me?
What on God’s green earth would it take for me to see
That I’m meant to do things where I fully engage
All that I have to offer wherein I’m beseeched?

My life has been created. I caused it to be
Through my thoughts and behaviors. But there’s a lot more.
I can feel myself being called to what I know
Is the right way for me. I’m most willing to go.
If I can but relax, it will open the door
So that goodness can flow freely to and from me.

There is no rush. I don’t have to figure things out.
I am fairly good at being myself by now.
It is natural for things to turn out for me.
When I feel fun in doing, whatever it be,
I’m the willing boat floating who then can allow
This life stream to Align me. I have not a doubt.

A Spoonful Of Contrition

A Most Selfish Act

I must know that I’m worthy although I’ve done wrong.
For my soul, I seek justice, but I must live on
So that I suffer vividly in solitude.
All who own me know they have the right to intrude
Upon my conscience all through the night until dawn.
My regret become karmic is where I belong.

All must seek retribution for what I have done.
As my life caves in on me, all that I should know
Is that some small redemption exists for this soul.
I don’t ask that the balance of my life be whole
But allow me the substance to pay what I owe
Otherwise, my existence is much worse than none.

But I can’t get there from here. I know for a fact
That I must have the feeling before conditions
Start to manifest for me. My sorrow blocks it.
How do I balance karma if I’m poorly fit
To function as a human among sacred ones
Who provide my life lessons with relative tact?

Universe, please connect me to all I deserve.
I have no fear in asking; just guide me somehow.
With my head hung in sorrow, intense is my shame.
I hate that I have no one but myself to blame.
Can the Law Of Attraction still let me allow?
Or am I just a screwed one with colossal nerve?

Though I can be facetious in this agony
The damned knot in the stomach is losing its voice.
If it’s silenced completely, is my life ended?
Or will I find relief from existential dread?
Seeing myself as worthy is my only choice.
I cannot turn by back on deciding to be.

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.

How Life Enters The Body

Intra-Cosmic Gestation

The realm of the eternal is where all come from.
Aliens of the spirit descend and take hold
Of this time space reality within bodies
To remain for a brief while as flesh entities.
Here to know one another in ways manifold,
The experience can be difficult for some.

Every being has free will. Decisions are made
But can change at an instant, and nature responds
To the slight imperfections in the energy
Of the person becoming someone all can see.
Sometimes spirit and body cannot hold their bonds
And stillbirth leaves the mother and father dismayed.

Once our mothers expecting were pampered a lot.
Nowadays, they keep working. “It’s not a big deal!”
…But it was to the ancients. Women who were wise

Knew that comfort and pleasantness would crystalize
In the soul of the fetus a friendlier feel.
It still owns the decision to be here or not.

In the scull, there’s a front door… a trap door it was
At the time of our infancy. It was soft skin –
Not of hard bone, but supple, All exit through there.
Until then, our survival is treaded with care.
Now that I know I’m stuck here, it’s time to begin
Living out what was intended by the first cause.

Freedom

The Wildness of Awareness

What do we know of freedom? People without grace
Populating the planet and causing disease
Across manifold species and nature’s systems,
What we manifest easily also condemns
Us to social psychosis. The power we seize
We’re not ready to deal with as one human race.

Animals of the wild – the majestic untamed,
Are the heartbeat of nature. In that, they are wise
To the ways of humanity and keep away.
Never would it occur to these ones to betray
Anything that is of them. They wear no disguise
Nor are they ever feeling distraught or ashamed.

Freedom is such a state where no choices are made.
That there is freedom in choice is simply not true.
Hesitation the act is before deciding
Which bootstraps to pull up on – an obsessive thing
To be doing to oneself. What one ought to do
Is to be more spontaneous and less afraid.

I can’t change anything here… myself included.
All I can do is witness and go with the flow
Which I know I’m a part of. It’s all that I’ll be.
I relax in this truth and have more energy
To fulfill my ambitions and wholesomely grow
To completion in freedom without the bloodshed.

Part of this world I am. I am not it’s victim
Yet a cog in a clockwork no longer impressed
By the world’s man made magic. The Freedom I know
Is the spirit within me that’s destined to grow.
We’re becoming a species that truly is blessed
But if we cannot know this our chances are slim.

A Blue Jay’s Visit

Mischievous Messenger

There can be no disturbance like that of a bird
Who’s become a winged messenger of the divine.
Like the clear sky is blue with some whiteness of cloud,
The blue jay’s colors match it. That’s why it is proud.
For your visit I’ve waited. You are a sure sign
That the words that I need to hear soon will be heard.

Petrified am I often of sudden noises
Loud and shrill, they’re a nuisance. I can’t get much done
When the country is high on bombs bursting in air.
I was there once, but this time it wouldn’t be fair
To the brave who have fallen. I celebrate none
Of the grossly ironic that life proposes.

But that damned cackling blue jay is at my front door
Making such a commotion. At first I’m annoyed
At it’s utter audacity at audio.
My first thought is that this frigging creature must go.
But then it occurs to me it must be employed
By the angels in heaven where I’ve been before.

I am told that in boldness I must carry on
And defend my position vociferously.
Time for shyness is over. I haven’t grown meek.
I am guided by spirit by now. All I seek
Is the means to remain open and completely
In the hands of divinity as is the dawn.

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.

A Message From God…

Special Delivery

This is not just a greeting. My promise to you
Is not one of a preaching on how to behave.
Many angels watch over you, and they report
All the troubles you’re having. Their job is to thwart
Any semblance of evil. The peace that you crave
Is deserved and forthcoming. What I say is true.

Times of feeling unnoticed are over for you.
Healthy change, new horizons, and drive to succeed
At your cherished endeavors are yours if you ask.
I must hear from the human heart. That is your task
So that I can completely fulfill every need
That you have now and may ever. That’s what I do.

Massive breakthroughs are coming. Get ready for that.
But don’t force your intentions to make things work out.
Your desires are most powerful. Let them allow
My Love to manifest them right here and right now.
All that keeps you in stress and turmoil is your doubt.
You must trust that I have this whole God thing down pat.

Breathe and let My creative power in your soul.
You will find it most healing if you will but try.
Nervousness in this moment shall wither away.
The only commandment I want you to obey
Is to love without prejudice and to rely
On My skill at divinity. I make you whole.

I Am

Unlike Any Other

Welcome magic and wonder, true brilliance, and grace.
Welcome joy, satisfaction, all pleasure, and strength.
May the essence of beauty and presence of form
Be the way of existence and surely the norm.
Excellence be the blessing throughout the wavelength
Of the spectrum of Being in this time and space.

What I seek I have already. What I must know,
I can understand. All I wish I could, I can.
Who I want to be, I am. What I seek, I own.
I comply with the knowing that I’m not alone
And have never be so since before life began.
I accept love and give all that I have also.

I am seed. I am tree; the flower and the bee.
Fire and wind I am both. I am mother and child.
I am mighty and loud, yet I silently tread
Lightly upon this earth. The goodwill that is spread
Is of nature. I am reason, and I am wild.
I’m the buyer and seller who oft’ disagree.

I am ease and great power; the bridge and tower.
I am sand and the beach. I am student; I teach.
Modest and monumental, I’m brave yet gentle.
I’m all that exists and I’m coincidental.
I am many and few; I am every and each
Of God’s essence within you as life does occur.

Another World

Alien To All That Is Known

From one world to another I want to transcend
In a state meditative whenever I can.
Freedom I have to enter a world of pure bliss
Which in life is the sweetest nectar. Like a kiss
To the confounded consciousness, it is more than
A brief break from attention the mind does expend.

With a peanut sized consciousness I can only
Have a peanut sized understanding of most things
But if I can expand it beyond boundaries
Then the world becomes friendly, and my acts appease
Others’ whose offer harshness. The exercise brings
On a flood of awareness most definitely.

There’s a pure vibrant ocean of consciousness in
Each one of us, and it’s called The Unified Field.
Modern science says all matter emanates from
This Field which has a consciousness that can become
That of anyone seeking it. What is revealed
Is awareness divine yet within human skin.

People look like friends rather than enemies when
They have sought true alignment by going within
Where there’s infinite knowing, creative release,
And a path that will lead to the ultimate peace.
Can this life be a game that one can play to win
With no harm done to others as ever has been?

Heard Immunity

The Continuance Of Aftermath

On approaching the climax of social disease
Evolution of hate networks reaches its peak
Spreading literal violence throughout the land.
Network Spews is the lifeblood we witness firsthand
Through the acts of the populous whose minds are weak.
Can a nation recover from such times as these?

One America, schizoid, is out of control
Believing insurrection must be the right way.
Funded by evil forces with dark network ties,
The proud group of deplorables truly despise
Anyone who is different, and they must play
Vehemently their ill-assumed psychotic role.

Those who’ve heard that a white country is most evolved
And that people of color are a subspecies
Then believe in a white world where all must adhere
To a whitewashed supremacist doctrine in fear.
In a world such as this, white men do as they please
And the issues of living are never resolved.

That’s the way it should be to the ones who forget
That this nation was built by the sweat of non-whites.
It’s been since commandeered by the human ego.
Network Spews is for people who don’t want to know
What is of the truth, especially civil rights.
Those immune to reality are the big threat.

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.

Three Times A Day

Trinity Divine

Empty space has Intelligence. Science takes note.
It is called the Akash and contains everything
That is known to be universe and far beyond.
We do well by how well we can best correspond
With this network of providence. It’s a wellspring
Of experience that keeps existence afloat.

Things are held into place by the Akashic Space
Everything from an atom to galaxies wide.
If I trust in the process of things working out
I will mitigate misery and useless doubt.
All I want to do is to feel better inside.
The Akash I must thank for holding me in place.

To be able to get the cooperation
Of this most fundamental vital element
Is to live a fulfilled life upon planet earth.
Everyday can be filled with abundance and mirth
Rather than one of struggle and constant torment.
Recognizing the Akash means work has begun.

Long before the sun rises to thirty degrees
Take the time to look out through the Akashic Space.
Take a deep breath, then bow down. Do this once again
At the sun’s peak and setting. A new life will then
Be as sure as existence in this time and place.
Life can be lived in comfort and relative ease.

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.

Oneness Is Equal To Three Whole Halves

Mathematics Of Earth And Spirit

There’s a new app called bUttFuck. If life gets you down,
You can swipe, then bend over to get a lot more
Of what you’ve managed so far without any help.
When the downstroke is hard, there’s a strong healthy yelp
Bellowing through the being and out every pore.
There’s no difference between the smile and the frown.

 Life can be enigmatic if I make it so.
Like the weather in Wichita which is wanting,
It and I can be added to, multiplied by,
Or divided by consciousness if I apply
The least bit of excitement besides my writing
For the wonder of being a part of the flow.

Whole halves are what is needed in mathematics
Of the mental, spiritual, and physical.
Halves that are not whole, whorelike, will sell oneself short.
Body, mind, and spirit need provident support
From that which they’re a part of. Can this rationale
Get me through the next moment without using tricks?

Yes, it can. I can prove it to myself alone
Or through those who can feel me through the collective
Consciousness of humanity. Is it my choice
To reach out or keep silent my peculiar voice?
For a life that is peaceful, I’m willing to give
Whatever it may take, though I’d have to be shown.

An Equation Reversal?

A Completly New Concept

If I work hard and do well, my life will be great.
Isn’t this how one should think to truly succeed?
It’s been programmed into me – this meager mindset.
It has done nothing for me but cause me regret
That I ever existed. My soul is not freed
From the force of earth’s gravity and fickle fate.

Many schemes there are out there for ‘working from home.’
Menacing is the landscape as treachery reigns.
It’s a wild, wild west story repeated daily.
Many people get discouraged ultimately
By the infinite cost of it wrecking their brains.
One becomes a part of an evasive syndrome.

If reversed, the equation seems not to make sense.
It’s my habit to seek pleasure outside of me.
Yet, I’m told that’s ass backwards by those who would know.
Happiness from within me I must get to grow
Before things on the outside are made to agree.
Benefits of this way of thinking are immense.

Being blissful is very important to me.
That I like to record things is sure evidence.
Who is fearful of suffering is part of me.
Operating in survival mode, I can’t be
Open to the solution that makes the best sense.
I shall function much better as all this I see.

With The Ease Of Disease

The Department of Justice is a biosphere.
It functions as a system for keeping control
Of its body’s behaviors. It does a fine job
Until it’s taken over by creatures who rob
The system of integrity. Now it’s not whole
And things don’t seem as transparent as they appear.

The new Attorney General has a huge task –
To clean up what’s been dirtied over many years.
Focusing his attention on most urgent things,
Like sponsored insurrection and mass hatred, brings
Out of focus the fabric that feeds on our fears.
Would a quick, thorough cleansing be too much to ask?

Give this man time to settle and get his feet wet.
We know that he’s a player on the winning team.
Justice matters to everyone – not just ‘The Law.’
Our frail democracy is one not without flaw.

What occurs now is not the American Dream…
At least not for the many. Indeed it’s a threat.

In the midst of a civil war, a hope and prayer
Is the least one can offer to powers that be
Of the kind for evolving. “We’ll get there some day,”
Uttered nervously from me is trite, in a way.

However, it prepares me to set myself free
Of the matter completely so that I won’t share.

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.

Children

Humanity's Treasured Assets

Your children are not your children, this you should know.
Sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself, they
Come through you but not from you. Although they’re with you
They belong not to you. And for all that you do,
You may give them your love, but your thoughts, keep away
For their thoughts are their own as they wholesomely grow.

You may house their young bodies but never their souls.
For theirs dwell in the house of tomorrow which can’t
Be visited by you, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, as their brightness beams.
But do not make them like you nor try to implant
Your beliefs into them. It’s the worst of all goals.

Life goes forward – not backward, and it tarries not
With the things that were yesterday’s. You are the bows
From which your children as living arrows are shot.
The Archer sees the path and will nurture its plot.
With the bow’s might, swift and far will go the arrows.
Through nature’s evolution the wise soul is taught.

Let you bending in the Archer’s hand be gladness
For the ongoing process of love’s expression.
Even as the Archer loves the arrow that flies
He loves also the bow who can well recognize
How to keep itself stable. Your work will be done
In complete loving guidance and pure truthfulness.

Are You Addressed?

Foundations Of Freedom

A New Nation Conceived… but of what demon seed
That produces a mixed black and white bastard child
Who, at war with itself constantly, must act out
A superior newness… one which is about
Segregation’s revival and hate reconciled
For that part not considered a part of its breed?

That’s one hell of a question! So, let’s break it down.
Those forefathers were pissed off at England, so they
Went and stole them some new land, the old pirate’s way.
Taking on human cargo causes much dismay,
But these merry explorers took it as child’s play
To display fervent hatred for the black and brown.

Yet, it isn’t all of us who feel quite this way…
But enough of a huge chunk to make the child ill.
Would the sickness go back to England with its tail
Between where all that pissed off their fathers prevail?
Can there be a subspecies that harbors ill will
Toward a part of itself? And what price does that pay?

 “…That all men are created equal…” is the gist
Of the lofty idea that set folks apart
From outdated monarchy to newfound freedom
But that cannot happen as long as there are some
Who just came for the ride and would much rather start
Bloody war in a heartbeat, as their acts insist.

Two scores and two centuries ago people were
In a funk existential and most exclusive
In their fresh new ideas and self-righteous goals.
Will our constitution be buck shot full of holes
By a parallel nation of traitors who live
For the wildness of old times that oft’ reoccur?

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.

What The Mind Is Made For

Maintaining the Mental Machine

Nothing goes anywhere when the mind has begun
A cacophonous symphony of confusion.
It stays right where the rest of me happens to be.
Body, mind, and the spirit are all parts of me.
They exist in proximity and act as one.
Even though nothing travels, much of it is done.

So, it’s just an illusion – my taking a ride
On the long mental freeway with exits galore.
Though I’m not really moving, I get motion sick.
Am I the only one who can do such a trick?
I don’t mind that it races. Places I abhor
That it chooses to visit as peace I’m denied.

Why this happens is because I’ve identified
With things that are not me, and there’s no other way
To live life without clinging to identities.
It becomes a big forest with too many trees
To be dealt with even on a fairly good day.
For this reason the mind cannot be the best guide.

The mind is made to give life ample clarity
And deep penetration into experience
But without getting hung up on too many things.
Distance from what the mind is doing often brings
Some relief from the chatter which can get intense.
What The Mind Is Made For is to help me to be.

Rain Is Right For A Monday

The Periodic Psychic Cleansing

I appreciate rainfall as much as sunshine.
If to me there’s a difference between the two
Then there’s something wrong with me, but not on this day.
It is time for the business of slipping away
To a deep introspection. Whatever I do
Will be worthwhile in spirit. This day will be fine.

Rain is such a fine cleansing of heart and of mind.
Nature puts things in order. Her ways outweigh those
Of the whole of humanity. Therein I learn
To succumb to the rhythmic patterns I discern
In the simplistic trickling as surely it slows
The functions of societies of humankind.

For those souls in the rat race, Monday is the start
Of a week of performing the best that one can.
Companies are the backbones of economies.
We The People are droplets they need to appease.
All together we flow. Every woman and man
Is the priming the pump needs. We each play a part.

Let the rain be the cover that I need today.
Gravity is its calling. The times are severe.
I’ll learn how to discover this world and my place
In its intricate workings, and may it erase
The effects of exhaustion because of my fear.
May my life that is dirtied be cleansed in this way.

The World I Create

The Existence Imagined

Self and Other, the ultimate dichotomy,
Are of singular essence. The world that I see
And the one who is seeing it are a duo
Intertwined in a tight dance. They do not let go
The same world viewed by many can then only be
One that we’re all a part of. We all could agree.

But that’s ideal thinking. In reality,
Magnitude of perspective has staying power.
Strong beliefs held by many can overcome fate.
When they’re used for that purpose, things can turn out great.
It is rarely that positive change does occur
In a world suffering from low morality.

What I am is everything that I’ve come to know
Throughout my life experience. Many billions
Of viewpoints has the same situation at hand.
Any one of them could be minuscule or grand.
 The inherently transcendent – those are the ones
That can raise global consciousness which is now low.

At all times we are part of the situation.
To deny that is foolish and leads to despair.
Through my creative process and vision, I make
A world that is much kinder and wider awake.
No world that is created is too much to bear
As a process of healing is rightly begun.