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No Struggle Is Needed

Resistance Is Futile

When comparing myself to others, I am weak.
Can I learn how to not give my freedom away?
If I’m told, “Don’t be selfish,” does this really mean
“Give support to my selfishness?” I’m better seen
Through my own eyes – not others’. I need not betray
Who I am, and this attitude is not unique.

The changes that I go through are for me alone.
If I make them for others, then they control me.
I’m not here to adjust nor to solicit praise
For the life that I’m living, for I will always
Be connecting my own joy to those who must be
Satisfied with my living. My freedom is blown.

Others mean well, but they simply don’t understand
That the struggle they teach others is counting on
Those same people to do what they need them to do.
With this change in perception, I can follow through
To the next point of focus. By then may it dawn
Upon me that my worthiness is rather grand.

I am able to focus my thoughts anywhere
That I choose to direct them. From them emanate
Energy that the universe gladly receives.
It performs well its magic for one who believes
That it is most important to be in a state
Of complete self-fulfillment with much more to share.

The Help Of Spiritual Forces

Guidance Ever Present

Never am I alone even though it seems so.
I came screaming and kicking into what is now.
Some adjustment was needed with this attitude
For more positive insight on how life is viewed.
The clear message from spirit says I must allow
My wellbeing to happen by just letting go.

I am not being tested here but supported.
I am not being challenged. I’m being inspired
By the help of the unseen. This shift, I am told,
In my thinking will let better living unfold.
Finding something to fuss about is not required.
I can focus on being more joyful instead.

On the surface of life, the emotional grid
Is a calm, peaceful matrix, eternally wide.
But below there is turbulence. I can let go
Of what’s holding me down there. I’m grateful to know
That spiritual forces are all on my side
Only by my own choices is goodness forbid.

Everyone who has lived and died are present here.
What we try to call God are the spirits of those
Who have lived among us. Now in their own fullness,
They’re at pleasure to lovingly honor and bless
All that’s come into being. This consciousness knows
All that is wonderful and what all need to hear.

The Cycle

The Infinity Of Providence

There are cycles unending wherein I am one
With all others on this earth and all that exists.
How do I lead my consciousness of time and space
To evoke the momentum of God’s loving grace?
Within all life’s occurrences motion persists
Only in one direction and never is done.

Contemplating on cycles, I feel out the parts
That each one is made up of. Must there be contrast
So that goodness can be seen amid the chaos?
Can I manage somehow to stop thinking of loss
Long enough to allow good momentum to last?
Since each has no beginning, can there be false starts?

There are steps to creation. The yearning I feel
Causes asking, which causes motion, then forces
Of the universe amplify what has been made.
Only through my impatience is goodness delayed.
Maintaining the alignment with who my source is
Is the grease for the axle that quiets the wheel.

Maintenance of continuance rightly includes
Times of darkness. To get through them, and then to grow…
It’s a life I’m well suited for. Which path I choose
At any given moment is either the blues
Or the way of fulfillment. What more need I know?
I’m aware of the wonder each cycle exudes.

With Every Step

Certain Incremental Relief

Can I think of but one thing that turns me away
From the path I have taken? Back to feeling whole
Is what I now am asking for. Can my belief
That a simple thought can give me more than relief
From the confounding issues that plague my lost soul
Have within it the answer? I pray that it may.

Throughout life, there are crossroads and forks all along.
I can get closer or further from my desire
By how I choose to feel every step of the way.
Each one is a decision point. Rather than stay
In a funk, I can let divine forces conspire
To bring manifestation sufficient and strong.

I must tune my vibration. I cannot demand
That the universe give me gratification
In an instant. My job is to feel my way there.
Living is too important for me not to care
How I feel in each moment on my path begun.
Feeling just a tad better is wholesomely grand.

Feeling good while I’m stepping, I’m marching toward
All the things that delight me. I’ll be offered more
Than I could have imagined. I’m given contrast
For magnificent deciphering, then it’s passed
Again back to the universe who’s working for
My most cherished of wishes. They are not ignored.

Empathy And Compassion

The Subtle Difference

True compassion is looking clearly at someone
Through the eyes of their better self while maintaining
One’s own sense of wellbeing. It’s good that we care
For how others are doing. Most folks are aware
Of the unending plight of human suffering
And would offer their help if something could be done.

Empathy is the understanding and sharing
Of the feelings of others. It falls somewhat short
Of the call to right action. One senses the pain
In the other, but pity is offered in vain.
This is certainly not conducive to support.
Negative connotations can empathy bring.

There are kindhearted people who can become prey
To those who’ve become needy professionally.
They’ve perfected the fine art of drawing folks in
To their confounding drama that makes the head spin.
One must exercise caution in giving freely
Of oneself in this real world in which we all play.

I can’t ignore the needy because I am one
Not through my better judgment does my growth occur.
Nonetheless, I am wealthy for all that I learn.
Need I feel like the object of someone’s concern
When I can live the life that I truly prefer?
I now know of compassion. New life is begun.

Wanting Money To Come

Financial Struggle

Out of myself, and dangerously, so to speak,
Purgatory is manifest, and that is all
That consumes too much energy. It shouldn’t be
Wasted on idle worrying incessantly.
How could I ever get used to feeling so small?
I do not want to see the contents of my creek.

Constant is the dilemma. To get things to flow,
Like the blood through its vessels, or current through wires…
Takes what I’m sorely lacking. All that I can do
Is exist in psychosis, always feeling blue.
Rather than pumping increase into my desires
Can I lessen resistance and mitigate woe?

Paralyzed by depression, the motion I need
To take place in an instant takes forever long.
In the meantime, as creditors’ calls gain in strength,
Fear that I will end up going to any length
To escape the torment including doing wrong
Eats away at my essence. For freedom I plead.

There is balance between my belief and desire.
How I can best achieve it is not to feel bad.
It’s one hell of a challenge given how things are.
I must know that relief from my pain isn’t far.
Can I honor this journey and learn to be glad
Even though my circumstances seem so damned dire?

In the realm of the spirit, I promised that I
Would have many desires – some of them very strong,
And that I’d know the difference, by how I feel,
Whether or not I’m close to my chosen ideal.
I can do nothing else but stay where I belong –
In that state of allowing, not needing to try.

Tipping The Vibrational Scale

To One's Own Advantage

When consumed in vibration, like feeling my best
At whatever I’m doing, I need to take care
That I won’t then feel guilty. What if the next shoe
That will drop is calamity. What will I do
If my mood begins plummeting out of nowhere?
Can I know that forever and always I’m blessed?

“I have found my beloved. She is my soul mate.
Whenever we’re together our hearts beat as one.
I have wished for so many things that have come true.
Feeling so much on top of the world as I do,
I can know that my asking will never be done
And there is not an ending to what I create.”

I cannot know the bigness of provident grace.
I provide the ingredients through my desire.
Then forces universal take over from there.
All I need do is let go and be more aware
Of assurances given me as they conspire
To surprise and delight me all over the place.

Seeking thought non-resistant, the pleasure therein
Is the mind made more quiet. Can I tip the scale
From my guilt for enjoyment of life here and now?
I must feel myself worthy, then I can allow
What is good to come to me in every detail.
Can I rid myself of my existential sin?

Wonderful things may happen. Amazed I’ll not be
Though it goes against habit. Some work it does take
To where I am expectant of things working out
To my general favor. The presence of doubt
Is a cumbersome killjoy that leads to heartache.
All that I have been asking for will come to be.

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.

The State Of Allowing

The Awareness Of Bliss

In that state of wellbeing I most want to be…
Where I find some relief from the problems I face.
“Lack Of Money” – the sign I flash unconsciously
Keeps the good life from coming. This hurt part of me
Is the subject of complete financial disgrace.
What I want is to be more financially free.

So, this drum I’ve been beating is quite negative.
It puts me in a cold sweat. I can’t keep my head
In the sand for much longer. Things only get worse.
As my thoughts become dangerous, I feel the curse
Put upon me by myself. Each moment I dread.
It affects my digestion. It’s no way to live.

My vibration is fucked up. I can’t deny that
Nor refrain from profanity. All that I feel
Has a purpose that spirit has asked me to share.
Those who know they’re not worthy must know that I care
For those suffering as I do. This Shit Is Real!
How do I engage myself in mortal combat?

Well the answer is simple. I can take a break
From my hell through a virtual reality.
Fantasy therapeutic and most creative
Will allow universal forces to then give
All that I have been asking. I just have to be
In The State Of Allowing. Too much is at stake.

Let It Go

No Illusion Can Help You

I feel beside myself, yet there is a big hand
That has me by the consciousness. I know not where
Or when it will release me. I wait for the fall
Of my house-of-cards being. The worst of it all
Is that I can’t stop ongoing thoughts of despair
I have no sense of knowing how my life is planned.

I have managed to activate a vibration
Of somethings that I really don’t want in my life,
It seems that as I struggle things only get worse.
Is there reason to think that my life is a curse?
I can’t stop the momentum of personal strife.
Evidence of improvement appears to be none.

Sloppily, my vibration is scattered about
Discipline there’s a lack of in how I offer
To the universe what I believe can come true.
Anything that involves struggle I need not do.
When I do things I don’t want damage can occur
May the spirit who guides me relieve me of doubt.

The big hand of my consciousness of how things are
Can let go of my big self that feels rather small.
Letting Go is my guidance to trust the process.
What’s available to me is instant access
To the wealth of wellbeing that’s here for us all.
The solution to issues in life isn’t far.

Delight In Things Popping

Sensual Pleasures

Existence becomes fetish as small dreams unfold
Into ever expanding ones. Fake bubble wrap,
Protecting the fragility of the ego,
Is precise in its popping so that it may show
That I’m not just a magnet for negative crap.
There are things about life that are by me controlled.

Do not act until inspiration has ensued.
The momentum now flowing may be not the one
That is most beneficial. I must let it die
From my lack of attention. When my mood is high,
The new current created anoints me in fun.
I’ll behave with a clear positive attitude.

Feeling good can be chronic and quite natural
If it’s practiced intently. My conscious focus
On one thing that’s compelling will make way for more
Things to pop up and pleasure me. Need I keep score?
If I act under duress as if it’s a fuss,
Then I am rendered paddleless up shit canal.

I control what I focus on and for how long
Until practiced vibration becomes part of me.
I can choose the momentum that feels more sublime
Meaning that I have mastered the meaning of time.
All the good that I gather and offer for free
Gives me joy and fulfillment. It cannot be wrong.

Invincibility

Immune To Life's Harshness

I create my reality? How is this so?
It is by the vibration I mostly put out
To the wide open universe. And what I get,
Like a radar return, I may take as a threat
Or a wonderful blessing. It leaves me no doubt
That I must transmit goodness instead of sorrow.

Often times life seems fated. I find not the way
To avoid circumstances that I don’t prefer.
Like a cog in machinery of the wrong kind,
Menacing is the meshing of movement maligned.
In this context my thoughts are my own saboteur.
Rules of this world encumbered I’m doomed to obey.

 My vibrational setpoint is how well I feel
When beginning a new day or any moment.
Something I can control is how I start my day.
Getting off on the right foot can be as child’s play.
I attract what is best for me to the extent
That I’m conscious of what I feel is most ideal.

As I sleep my momentum is resting as well.
When the new day is started I have a clean slate
Which I can author positively consciously.
Feeling like I’m invincible appeals to me.
I have total control as to what I create.
I’m most grateful for having my story to tell.