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Indifference

I Just Don't Care

I’m a very cold person if I so believe.
But does it serve me well to go on in this way?
That I do not enjoy it should offer a clue.
I can trick myself into believing it’s true
Just because all alone is how I’d rather stay.
From the world outside mine I deserve a reprieve.

It is fear, I suppose, that keeps me self-contained.
The baser human instinct I cannot predict
In myself nor in others. I’m safe in my cage
Where I’m free to indulge in a counter rampage
To reverse the effects of the thoughts that conflict
With my mental wellbeing which is peace ordained.

I’m a warm hearted, loving, and giving person.
Somewhere deep down inside I know that this is true.
So the opposite feeling which has less power
Yet with some negative momentum will devour
The self-nurturing instinct. The thing I can do
Is examine my ill thoughts. It may not be fun.

All sorts of ideas and strict definitions
Are ingrained in my psyche. They stain my spirit.
I must sift my way through them all and let them go.
They are ideas only. If they cause me woe
Then I know they’re not conducive to keeping fit.
As I purge I’ll remember to keep the good ones.

The Key To My Happiness

The Way Of Living Well

I don’t want to feel ornery, out of control
And disgusted with people and life constantly.
I would rather feel happiness and loving grace.
From the way that I am can I get to that place
Where I am never bothered by things that I see?
Is there some way of thinking that can make me whole?

I need to feel hopeful then I’m right on the brink
Of entering a vortex of untold delight.
It’s imaginary. The domain of this space
Is between hope and belief where I can embrace
Everything in my world that I know is alright.
I need only take care of the thoughts that I think.

Feeling hopeful, I am in the vicinity
Of this vortex, and I know that I’ll be swept in
Easily as the Laws of Attraction take place.
I need only let go. I have nothing to chase.
As I release resistance I’m free to begin
Feeling better than ever. This sits well with me.

If I’m not doing that thing that’s holding me back
Everything takes a turn in the right direction.
I can know that it is so just by how I feel.
Maintenance of the feeling can’t be an ordeal.
My work is to be happy and have as much fun
As I can in this life. I know that I’m on track.

The Real Me

The Self Undefined

I pretend to be someone significantly small
Compared to who I really am. Poor little me
Is afflicted with beingness. Can I awake
From this dream of my selfhood? Was it a mistake
That the universe carelessly caused me to be?
My flirtation with waking up leads to my fall.

What the whole universe is doing I do too.
Waking up is the realization that I
Am something that the whole universe does just as
The wave is something that the ocean does. Life has
Dualistic convergence. I exemplify
All there is as one being with one point of view.

Not like being locked in a dark room forever
Will it be when I die. That’s not experience.
Nonexistence everlasting is so absurd.
Only from fearful people is such a thing heard.
When I wake up from this life the next will commence,
And this self that I am now will exist no more.

Consciousness is continuous. As people die,
More come into existence. I am every one
But can only experience one at a time.
As I am this one now, my awareness is prime,
And I know that I will never get it all done.
I’ve respect for the laws with which I must comply.

About Death

The Inevitability of Transisiton

What we know about death we must learn from the dead.
Does that sound facetious? I would rather it not.
The dead know all about death, the living, therefore,
Must consult them subjectively to gather more
Of an accurate picture than what can be got
From the rubbish pumped into the oversized head.

Otherwise, it is scary to contemplate death.
The most frightening thing is that it isn’t known
What will happen thereafter indeed if there’s one.
Information from others can satisfy none
Of the deeper questions. We are fantasy prone
Regarding the conditions after the last breath.

The devoutly religious, guided by scripture,
Have a definite blueprint of how it will be.
So they’re not as afflicted. There’s not as much fear.
In the flesh, no one’s vision is perfectly clear.
As one does contemplate the possibility
Of all becoming nothing, there’s certain allure.

We recall facing this world as little children.
Threats were plenty, and safety was not guaranteed.
There were all kinds of monsters, but behind them all
Is one’s own dissolution. And every close call
Reminds all that in life there is always the need
To ponder where we came from every now and then.

Human Potential

The Flowering Of Racial Wisdom

Human beings are swinging like a pendulum
Between animal nature and divinity.
One moment, we are civil; the next, we are mean.
As long as the wild beast we are clearly is seen,
Our ascension spiritually cannot be.
Extinction by our own hands may be the outcome.

Processes fundamental conceived to dissolve
What is animal in us offer much relief
And a balance most vital to us as a race.
As we rise in the morning, the kingdom we face
Is of lack and survival. The worst of our grief
Penetrates to the soul, and we cannot evolve.

We’re the dog, bird, and snake, and all creatures below
On the rungs of life’s ladder as earth is its home.
After some work and practice, if someone pokes me,
The dog will cease its biting and be completely
In alignment not with the old stressful syndrome
But with peace and compassion – a winning combo.

It must happen in every human being, though.
When the rugged wild creatures that we have become
Do not find dissolution the natural way
We create our own hell that we are doomed to pay.
Animals become restful by beating the drum
Of connection and awesome potential to grow.

About Sleep

Nocturnal Flight Of The Spirit

An addiction to sleeping…? Why not a disease,,,
To be unconscious one third the time I am here
Should be called my existence? It fits like a glove.
In my dreams, like a free bird, I zoom out above
Where I can’t when I’m wide awake in constant fear
As my life quickly wastes away and no one sees.

It’s at worst therapeutic. The cycle of sleep
Has a three quarter rhythm like some poetry.
It’s the nearest escape hatch without absolute
Departure from the physical. Rather acute
Is my life situation. Where I need to be
Is far off from where I am, so my soul does weep.

Meditation and sleeping are somewhat the same.
They both bring much relief from the troubles at hand.
As each is made available, there is my chance
To remember that I am not my circumstance.
Terminal, though it seems, may it help me expand
Far beyond a solution to mitigate shame.

I rely now on guidance. I’m on cruise control.
Things I do throughout my day I don’t think about.
Mindfully automatic with each daily task
With no judgment from me, I do most humbly ask
That I live through my hell with no measure of doubt
That redemption is possible for my damned soul.

Healthy sleep is wellbeing of body and mind.
I have more energy, and my mood can remain
At a workable level. If I were ok –
Like no one on this earth – I’d have nothing to say.
I exist to express things, and it keeps me sane
And conscious of the moments when I’ve been unkind.

Dark Matter Blanket

Security In Contemplation

Swaddled snugly in comfort, the pure heart contends
With deep thoughts of the cosmos. The focus is keen
On the wonder of being while nestled in peace.
One can contemplate clearly the total release
Of the unblemished ego that may get between
Who oneself is and who it considers its friends.

I become like an infant as I fall asleep.
All that may have occurred in the wakefulness state
Dissipates into nothingness. What takes its place
Is a private contentment infected with grace.
In the womb of dark matter, my life has no weight.
I’ll release the day’s clutter, but calm I will keep.

Just how real is dark matter? Sufficient for me
Is that it’s gathered closely in elegant ease.
Warmth and caring embraces subliminal soul
With the cosmos’ cover. I want no control
Of a damned thing. My sleeping is my expertise.
My real Dark Matter Blanket is not one can see.