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The Vibration Of Wellbeing

Everything that happens is a co-creation.
If I decide that I ought to blame the one who
Seems to be the most at fault rather than to take
Full responsibility for what I make
Of my life I’ll feel awful. So what I must do
Is be a component of cooperation.

We have all come to this earth not to do bad things
To each other and not to teach others lessons.
We’ve come here to experience the awesome joy
Of alignment. To do that it’s best to employ
Conscientious observance of situations
Where we can feel much better such that the heart sings.

The divine source within us has an opinion
Which is usually different from our own.
Vulnerability physical senses know
But our nonphysical senses would have us go
With our strength. It’s the only thing they will condone.
The divine spark of wholeness is with everyone.

Decide that you will feel your best no matter what
The conditions may be. Savor thoughts that feel good.
Look for reasons to feel good wherever you are.
As you practice you won’t have to look very far
For your purpose in life. It will be understood.
In a short time your view will be pure and clear-cut.

Catch It!

Volitile Grasp

The degree of the agony or ecstasy
That is felt has to do with my own momentum
Or the power of my true heart’s burning desire.
If I really want something, then not to acquire
It would really feel awful. I fear the outcome
If I have lost control of it but completely.

But because the momentum is strong just right now
I do not have that nuanced control that I need.
I have no way of guiding it. It then guides me.
There must be some procedure to help me break free.
May the forces angelic come and intercede.
I am open to all that my God may allow.

Yet, if I’m in the habit of daily tuning
With morning meditation and finding that place
Where everything feels right, then off thoughts I can catch
Way before they can take root and dare to outmatch
What is strong of the body kept in avid grace.
What I care about mostly is one simple thing.

And the more that I Catch It the less I will move
Into those kinds of thoughts. I will find true relief
From the confounding struggles that haunt through the day.
I so much want a life filled with laughter and play
Rather than one of fearfulness, heartbreak, and grief.
On this day I am destined to quickly improve.

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.