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Let Them Go

Relase Those Who No Longer Work

A tree has many branches and many more leaves.
It provides shade and comfort and filters the air
Of contaminants put there by some odd species.
Some leaves break for the wind. Others die of disease.
One cannot get mad at them. That wouldn’t be fair
To nature as a process the whole world perceives.

High and dry leaves leave branches. The stiff winter cold
Takes its toll on the tree’s staying fully awake
For the season oncoming. It must fall asleep.
To consider its losses would be rather cheap
Because it knows that it has not made a mistake.
By forces infinite it knows that it’s controlled.

If someone wants to leave you, you must let them go
Though it will not be easy. If you know you’ve done
Everything you could dream of to make things alright.
You must know that you’ve done so and then take delight
In the new opportunity that has begun.
As the leaf who remains intact you then can grow.

People change with the seasons, always wanting more
Than they had to begin with – or so they perceived.
Can you love yourself enough to just let them go?
Only in solitude are you able to know
Yourself inside and out, and once this is achieved,
You’ll attract someone who you will truly adore.

Expect And Be Shocked

Surprise At Discovery

Powerful expectation that I will survive
And discover my own life defeats urgency
In the consummate moment. What else can I do
To screw up or be helpful? The world I once knew
Ever changes to something unexpectedly.
Haven’t I learned a thing about being alive?

Well, stop bitching and moaning. The least I can do
In a world ripe with wonder is stop pretending
That I must become fearful for the next decade
Of the ones far behind me. What I wouldn’t trade
For the life of another. To nothing I cling
But a cloud of creation, quite absent of clue.

My illness, though life threatening, keeps me in touch
With the tough karmic lessons of lives eternal.
Whatever there is coming that I must go through
May I learn in the long run what best I should do.
It may be simply by my keeping this journal
That I may accidentally accomplish much.

All I can do is want for good things to occur
And expect that they’ll happen. My life and this world
Are imperfect perceptions of the most ideal.
The remorse in my heart for past actions reveal
That I am sorely human. Consciousness is swirled
In all matter of circumstance life wants to stir.

Life Is A Hoax

The Illusion Apparent

The whole point of my being here is to Be Here.
There’s no reason nor purpose I need to strive for.
The nature of the universe basically
Is dynamic and playful. My goal is to be
In receptive mode always. There is nothing more
In this life that I’m after. This can’t be more clear.

We are human beings and not human doings.
Each of us is a small part of all creation.
But this information isn’t taught in our schools.
If we master the rat race we still feel like fools.
There is so much importance to having more fun.
We are taught to be hard workers above all things.

In music, one does not make the end of a song
The thing that should be focused on. That is absurd.
The song in its entirety is what’s enjoyed,
But this logic escapes us when we are employed
By the corporate dragon. Joy must be deferred
To life’s end when we’re broken. There’s something quite wrong.

We’re victims of a dreadful hoax, having been played
By societal structures with huge promises
Of a life of fulfillment after many years.
We chase after that carrot and swallow our fears
Until death do we part. All the small successes
Pale in comparison to the higher price paid.

You Already Have It

The Journey IS The Destinatin

Everything about reality as perceived
By the living being is realization
Of vibrational origin. Yes, every bit
Of what’s known through the senses, indeed all of it,
Exists because of conscious interpretation.
Readiness is the state in which all is received.

The path of least resistance or most abundance…
Of fulfillment, enlightenment, and clarity
Is always made available by the ones who
In spirit have become all that living folk do.
Am I in the receiving mode? Some part of me
Keeps the good things from happening as if by chance.

My mood is my receptive mode indicator
So when I feel discouraged, bummed out, or depressed,
Or somewhat like a victim of circumstances,
Then narrow to near nothing will be my chances
Of my being receptive of guidance expressed,
And The Yellow Brick Road is a tough metaphor.

If I can just refrain from my beating the drum
Of the things I don’t have, then I’m not held apart
From all that is here waiting and already done.
I encounter resistance, but I am the one
Who must conjure a conscious, fulfilling fresh start
On my way to a most beneficial outcome.

Advertise To The Universe

Show The Universe Your Best

Everyone has a product and service to sell
And the universe generates all customers
By vibration emitted. The vendor must be
In a state pretty close to that of ecstasy
To attract tons of buyers and many offers
In support of good business. One does rather well.

If one’s attitude sucks, the reverse isn’t true.
If I’m stressed or disgruntled and full of concern,
Then people without money or those with no taste
Who are bored and have plenty of free time to waste
Are the ones who will haunt me. I need not relearn
That despicable lesson. I’ll take one that’s new.

Nobody is out shopping for disappointment
Or concern that the business owner is uptight.
My vibration is everything. I must align
With the knowledge that things I do will turn out fine.
Comforted in the present, my future is bright.
I must be in the spirit of hopeful ascent.

Where there’s no resistance momentum increases.
Things happen rather quickly when I’m in control
Of how I feel this moment – less or more worthy.
The excitement and value others see in me
Is reflective of what is the heart of my soul.
I can get to that point where my worry ceases.

A Call To Deep Rest

Requirement For Detachment

I must use the word ‘I’ but I does not exist.
And it baffles the rational mind easily
To consider who I is at any moment.
Characters we must play; the body may resent.
If we just keep on acting and show no pity
We may need to befriend a good psychiatrist.

I am not the performer. The roles that I play
Represent parts of myself who act out of fear.
I am not the damned poet that I’d love to be
Nor am I my well crafted personality.
What I am truly is something sacred and dear.
I am that which is programmed to stand in its way.

Sadness happens to everyone once in a while
And is brief in duration, whatever the cause.
Depression is a different animal, though.
It’s my body informing me that it wants no
More to do with my avatar. So it withdraws
Into a state of disease to where I can’t smile.

When the body says, “Screw you,” and it is ignored,
Then in retaliation it will be depressed.
Depressed means that a Deep Rest is clearly called for.
I must answer that calling. My act is a chore
That I use for survival. Yet there’s no conquest
That is of more significance than self explored.

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.

Listen Carefully

...And Doors Will Open

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

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

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

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

Why Do People Ignore Me?

Unlike Eyes Repel

If I could be a fly on the wall in the minds
Of the people who know me, what would I find out?
I may know by osmosis or telepathy.
Compound eyes has the fly, but my own cannot see
Why most people ignore me. So riddled with doubt
That I turn to the occult and things of those kinds.

I do find the true answer by looking within
Where the soul has a dark space that I cannot hide
Nor can I hide within it because it’s so dark
That I’m blind even to my apparent birthmark
To be worn on the outside with much pride implied.
There are reasons why I get under my own skin.

A complex of bad habits, like talking too much
About only myself and not letting folks speak
Drive a wedge between me and all others I meet.
People do like to talk but not due to conceit.
It’s that sense of communion that most people seek.
Personality often is used as a crutch.

I don’t want to be ‘negative’ yet it’s my way
Of dissecting the challenges life offers me.
I should keep to my own self my piss poor outlook.
All the jerks in the world I must let off the hook
Just because I may be one. Again, I can’t see
Past the surface illusions that we all portray.

I know that I am boring, but not by first hand
Information directly from people, but from
The collective unconscious we have access to.
I know too damned much about what I have to do
With the pearls I am given, and it would be dumb
To succumb to society’s perverse demand.

The Power Of Walking Away

Moving On

Boundaries are a precious thing. When they’re ignored
People will take advantage of all that we are.
That’s just Human Behavior. We all are guilty.
Even without our noticing, we completely
Take advantage of others. Some will go too far
Such that damage is too complex to be explored.

How does one regain sovereignty after it’s lost
Through one’s need for approval? It cannot be done
Unless one has direction and purpose in life.
If these two are not present one will suffer strife
At the comfort of others. But what of the one
Whose value can be purchased at such a high cost?

When I feel obligated to those I work for,
Or to family, friends, or others I may know,
Then I tell them that my time is worth less than theirs.
I end up in a sick game of musical chairs
Where I’m always left standing with nothing to show.
Is there some sense in pondering why I’d want more?

Some people are real assholes, and some… just a bit.
I can love them just as much as I do the kind-
Hearted angles among us if firmly I stand
In my fullest integrity. None can demand
Self-destructive behavior of me. I shall find
That by Walking Away, true freedom I permit.

The Hidden Truth About Politics

We The People Are Blind

Black and White it boils down to… The splitting of hairs
With complex interaction is the only way
To address governmental issues as they come.
It is hard to come up with the best rule of thumb.
Everyone has their duty and role they must play
In the health of the nation’s domestic affairs.

Personalities differ in so many ways
That it’s hard for mere humans to sort it all out.
So people by the thousands were asked to answer
Many hundreds of questions by a computer.
It came up with a model to mitigate doubt
About human behavior that’s worthy of praise.

A Table Periodic for how we behave,
This enlightening Personality Model
Created thirty years ago is what’s behind
Evolution of politics. Two frames of mind
Interact but with tension. They often repel
Each other when solution is what each should crave.

Liberals are holistic. They’re entrepreneurs –
Creative innovators of freedom and flow
Across borders and mindsets. Conservatives are
Conscientious, pragmatic, and not so bizarre
As to stray too dangerously from what they know.
Discussion is the only solution that cures.

That solution’s not easy, as history shows.
But it’s not like we have a choice. Our survival
Depends on evolution as one human race.
No one way is the rightest way in every case.
Each has its unique value to benefit all.
Interdependence is how a good nation grows.