Tag Archive | thinker

Changing Beliefs

Reprogramming Behavior

I have good belief systems. I think I think well,
But sometimes I malfunction and problems arise.
So there must be some things that I need to replace.
What’s the best way to do that? The problem I face
Is that habits are ingrained. Have I to devise
Some procedural method where I must excel?

That’s not out of the question, but the fastest way
Is by practicing thoughts and paying attention
To how I feel when I think them, and doing it
When I’m feeling my best – not when I’m in the pit
Of unspeakable darkness. I must be the one,
Through my conscious intending, to service my day.

There are some really tough ones that I hang on to.
They do nothing but cause me much grief and despair.
But I know this already. I cannot forget
Which also is a habit I own with regret.
It’s not hard to stay focused and fully aware
Of the positive aspects in all that I do.

Practicing to perfection the feeling technique,
There is less troubleshooting that needs to be done.
That makes things a lot easier as long as I
Can maintain my alignment. I cannot deny
The one thing that I’m after. That isn’t much fun.
I can feel my way to everything that I seek.

You Are All Involved

Vibrational Cacophony

The feeler, the thinker… the experiencer
Are the feeling, the thought and the experience.
There’s no separate witness to judge the process.
Yet we are all involved with the will to express
In ways truly convergent. There is no past tense
In the present awareness To Be, as it were.

Don’t try to make them separate. Anxiety
Will result in so doing. Do not stabilize
Or make permanent things that are destined to flow.
Memory is dynamic. In order to know
Anything it must be remembered. It is wise
To see what is right now the same as memory.

Memory signals have certain markers attached
That are different from present time signal cues
So that we don’t confuse them. Yet reality
Dictates that past becomes present through memory.
Sometimes signals get mixed which creates déjà vu’s.
We have not scratched the surface of how they’re dispatched.

I and all I’m perceiving are one and the same.
All of time is This Moment and all that exists.
Memory is not storage. It is consciousness.
As a part of one puzzle we’ve complete access
To the blessings of which the universe consists.
We’re all in this together and have much to claim.

It Is All Happening Now

Eternal Beingness

Something feels great big gobs of relief in knowing
That the only occurrence is spontaneous.
Things just happen as they should or shouldn’t without
Consciousness being present. And yet there’s no doubt
Things continue to function as many discuss
Ways that they can control them because that’s their thing.

Some things get in the way of my thinking clearly.
Knowing full well that that is an oxymoron,
Still I try to break through the illusion of me.
Thoughts and feelings are much of what I seem to be.
Cloudiness leads to conclusions falsely foregone.
Reset I must my consciousness to better see.

Everything is a “happening.” This is groovy!
Time warps are but ideas, but breathing is real
Just as retinal rods and cones processing light.
Fortunately no one trusts me to get that right.
In respectful observance I touch the ideal.
Knowing there’s no observer I’m there completely.

So, there’s no self to speak of. It’s all happening.
All of now is eternal and is everywhere.
Breathing in and out happens as wind moves the clouds
Whether fate shows its favor to protesting crowds.
Nothing is more important than being aware
That distinction exists not. I am everything.

Control

An Evasive Illusion

I control not my thoughts nor the ways that I feel.
In a real sense I am them. To give up control
Is to have it completely. If I were to try
To gain absolute power by force I apply,
It will only disturb things, which isn’t my goal.
I must trust what the universe has to reveal.

Like a good friend this universe can be to me.
Trusting it like a person who knows me quite well,
I can give up the struggle of lying awake
Fretting over control of things. What A Headache!
But the friend who’s much bigger can banish the spell
 If my faith in this kind one is of high degree.

Universes are bodies. Cells know who they are
And have things delegated at every level.
If I can but allow them to do their damned work,
Then perhaps they would think that I’m not such a jerk
Having tried to control them. I’ve put them through hell.
My relationship with them is not up to par.

That which flows to all things and does nourish them all –
Both the left and the right and all manner between –
Lords not over creation nor seeks any claim
Of merit for accomplishments. All is the same
To the friend universal who surely has seen
Every bit of creation. I am not so small.