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The Releaser Of Butterflies

Distributor Of Mirth

It is so delicious for me to interact
With energies of deliberate creation.
I am physical now. As I stand in my shoes
I feel safe and abundant. The thoughts that I choose
Are vibrational butterflies of elation.
Knowing love is the business I’m here to transact.

Wrapping up the day, or throughout, or at its start,
Several times I release all I know that’s true.
I’m the creator of my own reality.
I’m the conjurer of my own mood. I would be
Not possessed by another. I am the one who
Is the keeper of my own attitude of heart.

Butterflies in the stomach ascend to the heart
Where they radiate outward. They mingle freely
Among all of God’s creatures wishing only peace
To all life. The nature of my heartfelt release
Is that I’m fully worthy. The Force is with me.
Everything had been set up for me from the start.

And The Law Of Attraction is the grand master
Facilitator to match up all frequencies
And deliver to me evidence I can feel.
This condition upon living is most ideal.
My creative endeavors continue with ease
As long as I don’t become a doom forecaster.

Purpose

What To Do About Being

Logic lashes through meaning. The human in me
Knows too much to ignore not the way that things are.
This star system is but a mere speck in deep space.
Planet earth is a micro speck cursed by our race.
New York City, a super micro spec, is far
Off the scale of significance, actually.

So, the source of creation may not even know
Of this speck of a system of which I’m a part.
If it ceased to exist in the blink of an eye,
Would it fail to take notice? I too much rely
On some force not within me to enter my heart.
Arrogance hinders me from just letting it go.

There’s no God given purpose for me to be here.
That all comes by conditioning. Humans perceive
Themselves as having purpose, but insensitive
We are to other species that are here to live
As we do – without discord. The web that we weave
Is of total entrapment in unconscious fear.

I Exist. That’s sufficient for me here and now.
My believing in something is not worth the pain
Of expecting good service from nature because
I’m the most worthy species. It gets no applause
From the source of creation. Why seek, but in vain,
What my purpose in life is? I can but allow.

The Meaning Of Life

Fundamental Purpose

If one has but a ‘why’ one can bear any ‘how.’
As suggested by Nietzsche, life is very hard.
Does this mean I am tested in all that I do?
Certainly! There is darkness I must look into
For the purpose of healing whatever is scarred
By neglect of my visiting outside of now.

In the darkest of places, if I can still find
A faint glimmer of something, I’ll know it’s real light.
Life’s malevolence is ineradicable.
The intent and extent is unfathomable.
I need Sustaining Meaning to keep me alright.
If well-armed with some virtue, then I am aligned.

A life instinct is meaning. I need a reason
To get out of bed even on terrible days.
Nobleness in one’s purpose is not optional.
If one has not, then one is most vulnerable
To the clutches of evil and all of its ways.
Clutching on to some purpose, true life is begun.

I’ll get out and do something. It may turn out wrong,
But at least I’ll have learned then correct my mistakes.
My remaining in stasis leads to getting old
And decrepit from laziness. Purpose is gold.
Life is hopelessly woven in fear and heartbreaks.
Pointed in some direction, I am somewhat strong.