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If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

Welcoming Death

Tomorrow starts without me. Someday it shall be.
Should the sun rise and find your eyes dampened with tears,
Please don’t cry while you’re thinking of those things unsaid.
I know how much you care for me. Tears that are shed
Speak for you and me also, and I have no fears
For a place has been readied in heaven for me.

If it should start with out me, know that what’s occurred
Is that my name was called. Then, taken by the hand,
I was told I must leave earth and all that I love
And ascend to the kingdom of heaven above.
I cannot argue with what the Big One has planned.
As I looked back, a tear fell, and your voice was heard.

It seems almost impossible I’m without you
And can’t hug you goodbye. How I want you to smile.
Emptiness, memories, and sorrows I’ve become.
When I think of the things of the world I grow numb
At the thought of your sorrow. Yet after a while,
I rejoice in the new work I’m given to do.

And when I walked through heaven’s gates I felt at home.
God looked down upon me from a huge golden throne
And said, “This is eternity. All that I said
Will be yours is now yours. You have nothing to dread.”
I’m now ready to give up the earth life I’d known.

In the realm of eternity is where I roam.

Who Is Asking?

Which Self Questions?

My mind hasn’t known peace since I can remember.
It needs pacification. Can someone provide?
If I brought it in front of you, would that suffice?
I’ve looked hard but can’t find it and cannot look twice.
Wow! Fatigue of the psyche is now pacified!
No longer is my asking a glowing ember.

…And who was I in my last reincarnation?
You ask, “Who asks the question?” which jerks with my head.
I don’t know who is asking. Just answer me, please.
If I am but the question, why then do you tease?
Privileges of wisdom are rightly widespread.
I as student am ripe for the lessons begun.

The blank space behind my eyes is not really there.
Consciousness is sensations, thoughts, and images.
All the world that is real is a piece of my mind.
Through its neurons of network, my world is defined
And will perish when I do through many stages
Relation is transaction and could be called prayer.

Mutual Arising is what always takes place
Of subjective and objective. Dichotomy
Is continuum polar, most illusory.
Both sides rising together implies harmony
Like petals of the flower and leaves of the tree.
In the asking, one has but one’s true self to face.

The Art Of The Day

Scheduled Happiness

At the onset of consciousness from the night’s rest,
Try to recall the drama of where you had been,
As it slips away quickly. But don’t try too hard.
Memory dissipates as it has not a guard.
Exercising connection may link you again
To the gist of the dream world where you’d been a guest.

The awake state now dominant, take a deep breath
Of the air made abundantly full of life force.
Why not take then another if it feels just right?
Every next one fulfills you. God bless the good night.
Thank whatever or whomever you see as Source.
Spirit must be a part of your own shibboleth.

Still in bed feeling grateful, stay just a while more
Feeling even more wonder for things big and small.
Hit the ground running freely. The work you do here
Is the same as in spirit, yet now is more clear.
Your connection to guidance will help you through all
That your day offers to you, as ever before.

Daily dramas reflects your night’s journeys afar.
Each defines but the other. The act that you play
Among actual dreamers who are wide awake
Will provide you fulfillment. The care that you take
In perfecting your role will enlighten your day.
You’ll delight in the sight of who you truly are.

The Ego

The Personal Clutter Magnet

The ego is nothing other than the focus
Of attention. It’s like a radar on a ship.
It’s a troubleshooter telling what’s in the way.
Don’t identify with it. You’ll welcome dismay,
In that if you indulge it, you may lose your grip,
Thinking that you are better than the rest of us.

Once we cease our identity with the ego,
We become aware of the whole organism.
The corpuscles and creatures constantly at war
Means that we are quite healthy. The process means more
At the much higher level. There is no schism.
Harmony is the master who directs the show.

Zooming Out is a spiritual exercise.
Not only is it wholesome and therapeutic,
It also yields a view that is truthfully clear
All the discord that haunts and that seems so austere
Is as it simply must be. Ego is slapstick
In its clumsy performance in confident guise.

It’s a hard thing to say that this world is ok
When one looks at the chaos amid the control
Of the forces of egos upon so many.
In the long run of time, can we muster any
Sense of heartfelt connection with our deeper soul?
Thoroughly it must be searched for a better way.

We Are Not Separate

Despite Color Of Insulation

“I am he as you are he as you are me and
We are all together…,”
as the old wise song goes.

If I am I because you are you, and you are
You because I am I, then both of us are far
From who either is. This logic most clearly shows
Separateness is folly. Why isn’t it banned?

We know who we are in terms of other people.
Interdependent systems, we do not exist
Without all others present. We each interact
With what is our environment, and our impact
Is an issue not inconveniently dismissed
By the few who are given too much damned control.

What I call the external world is just as much
My own body. My skin is but a bridge through which
The external flows back and forth just as the tide.
In the peace of connectedness I must reside.
Knowledge made useful is intended to enrich
Every part of me that has grown cold to the touch.

We’ve not been taught to feel this. Our culture demands
That we feel only some parts and ignore others.
It is driving us crazy as one whole species.
On the brink of extinction, we live our disease.
Intervention by our daughters and our mothers
Is the hope that the most of us well understands.

The Game Of Good And Evil

Chronic Theatre Of War

Who knows well the term war games as if in a play?
What theater of warfare and audience hears
Only words that inflame it? Passion remains blind.
Am I real or automaton, absent of mind
Yet with reason and values. The story appears
Darkly human a pastime of moral decay.

Good and evil in balance is not a good game,
But with positive forces triumphant always,
Things would get awfully boring. A more perfect one
Is where good nearly loses, but true loss is none.
By a weird fluke of nature are honor and praise
Special traits of a species that cannot know shame.

Practical is a system where the good side wins
All the time but is never the winner, perse,
And the evil side loses always but never
Is the loser. And this could go on forever.
Successful and ongoing is war fought this way
As it keeps people distracted from all their sins.

Every group of nice people needs one of assholes.
Each becomes the director of the others acts.
As each defines the other, they know who they are.
And each means of encounter must not stray too far
From the issues pertaining to whites, browns, and blacks.
May God’s mercy descend upon our troubled souls.

Human Experience Comes From Within

Consciousness Is An Inside Experience

Your experience comes only from within you…
Be it pleasant or unpleasant… joy or upset.
What is happening from within must go your way.
Practicing consciousness methodology may
Gear you to more enjoyment. Through struggle and sweat,
You achieve nothing worthwhile in all that you do.

This world will never happen in nearly the way
That you would have it happen. One hundred percent
Satisfaction is futile. The odds are less than
About half that you’ll live life the best that you can.
It is to your advantage that you be content
With the ways of the world. It is all just a play.

But what goes on inside you is so different
In that you can control it to a large degree.
It takes practice of focus to get really good.
Mysteries of the universe are understood
In the peace within presence. The quest is To Be.
Then what follows will lead to ultimate content.

 What is outside, you can’t let control your inside.
Foolishly, people do so to their detriment.
The seat of your experience is within you,
But if you are not sitting there, there’s work to do.
The choice is between living a life of torment
Or of your life’s fulfillment. Which will you decide?

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.

Be Surprised And Delighted

Life Wants To Do You

When you want something badly, it’s not quite the way
To prepare to receive it. When you’re excited
About sifting and sorting through preferences
That your life offers you, your joy then commences.
You are on earth to Be Surprised And Delighted.
Let the universe pleasure you throughout your day.

You may choose making things happen physically
Verses letting the universe bring them to you.
But why go through the struggle of getting things done
When the universe knows you should be having fun
On your journey through living. In all that you do,
Be in touch with your true self spiritually.

Think about what you want and especially why.
Imagine it coming about and believe
In the feeling it gives you as you now daydream.
Things can come rather quickly. Just flow with the stream
Rather than against it. Only good you’ll receive.
Letting go of the effort allows you to fly.

The more detailed you are when you’re feeling your best,
The more fun and more quickly the energy moves.
And the more ‘hands on’ feeling in molding your clay
The more that you will manifest. This is the way
You were meant to create here. Your living improves,
And the powers eternal are at your behest.

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.

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.

Be Easy About Life

The Purity Of Simplicity

Wishing life would get easy gets old too damned fast
For the spirit within me to keep a straight face
While pretending to see it as many highways.
Up and down, then around things, they’re often a maize
In the menacing mindscape. Is there saving grace?
Or is there no escape from the life of contrast?

“I wish I were a willow…” is no wizard’s way
To finagle a safe wiggling out of this mess
That I’d something to do with. To be but a tree
In a blanket of sunlight with no way to see
All the world it reveals is to be without stress,
Gravity notwithstanding nor how it may sway.

Rather, I am the substance of all I desire –
All the passion and focus I feed to the dream
Of becoming who I really am at my core.
Am I worthy of good things? I couldn’t be more!
My uniqueness is one with the energy stream
From which life flows. Struggle my life doesn’t require.

All There Is provides meaning to focus offered.
Holding little resistance, oneself will allow
Only good things to happen. The contrast I feel
Is the pearl in the oyster that life will reveal.
All I need do is kick back and let life endow
Me with joy and wellbeing. My Spirit Be Heard!

Allow The Wellbeing

Release, Then Breathe In...

It comes down to allowing, but just what is that?
When one speaks of surrender, what enter my mind
Are such scenes where one army makes use of torture.
The most negative aspects are balanced, I’m sure,
By the myriad episodes that are more kind
And can happen almost at the drop of a hat.

To what must I surrender? What must I allow
That is both consciously and patiently waiting
To enter and fulfill me? Can I trust that it
Is a safe thing to let in? The fear, I’ll admit,
Is not justified, and it is aggravating
That I know what to do, yet I’m hung up on how.

Getting rid of resistance to my own desire
Increases my vibration. My trying too hard
With much effort and struggle cannot get things done.
Only when one exhausts oneself, something’s begun
To take place in one’s character. No longer barred
From the fruits of the spirit, one is lifted higher.

Things that work in the process we all know so well –
Turning thoughts into things – involves just a few things:
Energy, alignment, and clarity of thought.
When my purpose has passion, I’m no longer caught
In a quandary that only my feeding brings.
Worthiness is a system wherein we all dwell.

Blue Shift

Inner Sense Of Direction

Any decrease in wavelength across the spectrum
Of a country divided must show an increase
In the heart-centered frequency of its people.
Zombified, the deplorables haven’t much pull.
Skirmishes will be noted. The madness will cease,
And the saner majority shall overcome.

In the toilet of Putin a mass of feces
Sits and stinks to low Hades of worldwide abuse.
History has not written yet what will unfold.
The sick souls of a small group are bought and controlled.
Human weakness exploited, evil will seduce
Politicians of purpose with relative ease.

In the visible spectrum of light can be seen
All the colors that make up world that is known.
Universal expansion, from our perspective,
Is without and within. And the way that we live
Reflects pitiful light upon how much we’ve grown.
Civil Rights is the target of the hate machine.

Yet, my view is blue shifted. The bias I own
Is of someone who’s hated for simply being.
So, I’ll claim some authority. That is my choice.
Everyone in a free nation has their own voice.
If it don’t do a whole lot, it’s awful freeing
To respond to the bullshit in my chosen tone.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.