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Stable No Matter What

Steadfast Through Turmoil

If conditions are needed in order to see
Something wonderful happening, it cannot last
Unless relative factors are always maintained.
To see it to believe it is justice profaned.
One must know it and feel it amid the contrast
Before it is perceived as a reality.

If some random thought triggers a happy feeling,
Then one can reach deliberately for some more
That are similar to it. The snowball effect
Will yield manifestation – the thought of object
In a short while. Perhaps if we’d done this before
We would not now be needing such painful healing.

Though it seems rather trivial, we as a whole,
Haphazardly united and free to be brave,
Can create wholesome feelings – not eating the news.
Then what e’er manifests we may rightly peruse.
Not much more can be lost, but the world we can save.
It should not necessarily be the set goal.

Finding something to focus on that’s positive
Is the work and the challenge. Just for one’s own sake,
Feeling better is helpful in being stable.
No matter what is happening, one is able
To stay hooked on the feeling of being awake
In a world that is good and a nice place to live.

Sure Signs

Proofs Of Providence

When does life happen for me? This question I pray
To whatever will hear it and give an answer
That I can perceive readily and understand.
Humbled by present circumstance, I can’t demand
That the provident forces do as I prefer.
My addiction to Sure Signs consumes me this day.

But I know that in good time the good life will come.
That I can conjure up enough passion in me
Is a manifestation that I can’t ignore.
Can I be satisfied with my not getting more
Than a wonderful feeling and be completely
In the state of receiving? This is hard for some.

When the words come right to me with relative ease
And the things that I write about start to make sense
To that self who is needy, it is a sure sign
That the things that I’m asking for soon will be mine.
But to savor the feeling of blissful suspense
Is to be still in lack mode. Not much will I seize.

My words are of importance, but only so far
As they give inspiration, if only to me.
I feel that I’m quite worthy to still be alive.
Though I’ve made some mistakes, I’m expected to thrive.
Validation I need not in order to be
In the state of acceptance of things as they are.

Happiness Amid Horror

Sublime Ignorance of the Status Quo

I Exist. Don’t I know it! This heat is intense.
It consumes not my sorrow. It savers my soul.
Agony is what I know in this time and place.
I cannot keep my mind off the horror I face
Through confounded incompetence while on parole
From abysmal circumstance. Have I some defense?

I can see through the flames just as they see in me
Their reflection in pure light. They’re taken aback.
Unexpected behavior to them is obscene.
I did wake up this morning. The grass is still green.
And although I’m consumed with such feelings of lack,
I’ve a lot going for me. That much I can see.

Satisfaction and relief feel almost the same.
I have deactivated the resistant part
Of my vibration righteously. Now I’m intent
On that satisfied feeling. I can’t be hellbent
On a manifestation. What’s dear to my heart
Is that sense of alignment. It’s my only aim.

Getting into the Vortex is what rings my bell.
It’s the state where my passion for life can explode
Into wonderful feelings and brighter insights.
Can I then be more open to reaching new heights?
My existence in hell is a brief episode.
In the heart of abundance my true self does dwell.