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In Just One Day

Passion Equals Momentum

One can manifest anything In Just One Day
With deliberate focus and not much effort.
Most do that most unconsciously most of the time
About things insignificant. Focus is prime
In the art of creating our worlds of comfort
Constantly we’re receptive of what comes our way.

If I think it, then feel it, then it has to be.
Basic knowledge this is now. The receptive mode
Is the same as my mood. All the time I receive
In the way that I feel and by what I believe.
Feeling lousy reflects what I need to unload
That is not to my liking and not part of me.

What I’ve put in the vortex of all my desire
Is available to me but also the fear
I associate with it. I must sort that out.
Feeling is the right way to eliminate doubt
Such that what I want and don’t are made crystal clear
Then there’s no limit to the things I may acquire.

Momentum is Digestion. What I want, I eat
In the form of vibration of energized thought.
With the first swallow, momentum starts taking place.
The absorption of nourishment is but the grace
Of the heart’s true fulfillment, more often than not.
I must feel what it’s like to be full and complete.

I can do that in one day or in a decade
Or a lifetime of misery, struggle, and pain.
That it happens at this late date is no disgrace.
The good life of my dreams I do not have to chase
To the point of my madness. All that I attain
That is good and abundant cannot be delayed.

Architects Of Fate

The Projectors Of History

It’s a popular movie. Destruction and pain
Are what we as The Builders create at the drop
Of a hat or a payload. We each play a part.
Walls of Time is our tapestry. It’s a rough start
That continues its struggle, not willing to stop
Until armies on both sides are totally slain.

Nonetheless, all who are here alive and breathing
Are directors and actors in all that takes place.
Whether judged good or evil, each role that is played
Builds a wall that grows stronger. The price to be paid
For being too professional is some disgrace
Yet the cameras won’t stop. They just keep on rolling.

As the butterfly’s wings beat, they have an effect
On everything occurring throughout time and space.
Big and small are our parts, but each is important
To the fabric historic. On this earth we can’t
Live without able structure to fill with our grace
Mixed with something which is much far less than perfect.

Longfellow was a Wadsworth, whatever that’s worth
To the dick headed scholars who nitpick meaning
Spewed by those gaining privilege by circumstance.
Playing fields are not equal. Some don’t get the chance
To perform as a Builder. They do their own thing
With the challenge of maintaining some sense of mirth.

The Universe Is On Your Side

All The Power There Is

Frequently one-two-three punches into the gut
Leave a mess for digestion of life as a meal.
Sustenance insufficient, the dark soul adrift
In a fog can recover by making a shift
In the way it is thinking. Life can be ideal.
Yes, you can be in fulfillment no matter what.

Those who hang out in spirit, who used to be here
Among us in the earth realm plus many others
That we can never know of whose numbers are vast
Have no better thing to do but lovingly cast
Good vibrations upon earth. Whatever occurs
That is unwanted is only due to your fear.

You cannot be impatient although you may know
Absolutely for certain that you deserve more.
Let it happen without giving it all your thought.
Finding joy in the process, you will not get caught
In the trap of poor thinking. You are destined for
All the best that you’ve dreamt since a long time ago.

Those who believe in fairies and unicorns are
In their right minds by spirit who takes form in ways
That are meant to return you to who you can be.
Forces do work in tandem for your harmony.
On the wings of your wishes, spirit offers praise
And reminds you that all that you seek isn’t far.

New Story

The Ever Unfolding Drama

Once upon a tough lifetime, the fool I became
Disconnected me from myself and family.
An awful disappointment I am to them now.
Resolution is futile. I can but allow
Divine guidance to soothe the decayed part of me
Who continues the story of sorrow and shame.

The process of atonement will not complete here
In the realm of the physical. It’s much too late.
Criminal are offenses that I’ve committed.
My life hangs by the tiniest bit of a thread.
Addicted to self-loathing, the hell I create
Is the product of thinking and acting from fear.

Any troublesome story deserves a rewrite
No matter how disgusting and vile it may be.
I’d been under the influence of human pain.
No regret have I. My actions I can’t explain.
I can remain the victim of insanity
Or amend the whole story to something more bright.

Life is short, and its meaning I’m left to pursue
Through intense introspection with much gratitude
For the lessons I’m given so that I may grow.
That I am worthy is all that I need to know.
If I don’t take this attitude, then I am screwed.
Any story can be changed to something brand new.

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.

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.

An Equation Reversal?

A Completly New Concept

If I work hard and do well, my life will be great.
Isn’t this how one should think to truly succeed?
It’s been programmed into me – this meager mindset.
It has done nothing for me but cause me regret
That I ever existed. My soul is not freed
From the force of earth’s gravity and fickle fate.

Many schemes there are out there for ‘working from home.’
Menacing is the landscape as treachery reigns.
It’s a wild, wild west story repeated daily.
Many people get discouraged ultimately
By the infinite cost of it wrecking their brains.
One becomes a part of an evasive syndrome.

If reversed, the equation seems not to make sense.
It’s my habit to seek pleasure outside of me.
Yet, I’m told that’s ass backwards by those who would know.
Happiness from within me I must get to grow
Before things on the outside are made to agree.
Benefits of this way of thinking are immense.

Being blissful is very important to me.
That I like to record things is sure evidence.
Who is fearful of suffering is part of me.
Operating in survival mode, I can’t be
Open to the solution that makes the best sense.
I shall function much better as all this I see.

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.

Focusing Is About Saying No

Attention Must Be Undivided

Getting work done takes focus. To be clutter free
Is to glide with efficiency throughout the day.
If one manages oneself as one does others,
Then one’s personal style is what the team incurs.
If pathetic the person is, what’s the best way
To correct the imbalance and most tactfully?

Some bosses seeming ruthless are just putting on.
They have love for their companies and employees.
But they must remain focused in the direction
That the company’s headed. So it must be run
With the least deviation. It is not to please
Other talented egos. This view is foregone.

Off in many directions most people will go
Doing things of great interest arguably.
But the total is less than the sum of the parts.
Wasted human resources leads to broken hearts
And the death of the business. The wise one will see
The dismissive behavior as part of the show.

Practical must the mind be as energy flows
In all proper directions according to plan.
People go off in tangents, and this is ok.
Creative is the driving force in how we play.
But to keep things in focus as best as one can
One must say no to nonsense the job may impose.

Busy Without Stress

Work Equals Play

“Hurry Slowly.” This concept is truly ideal.
Taken from the Zen masters, it means letting go
Of the outcome desired in what I am doing.
Doing so burns the ego – a cumbersome thing
That distracts from the moment. My routine can flow
As if I’m lucid dreaming a life that is real.

 Sometimes during an illness that’s long and severe,
There can be an awakening post surrender
To the forces beyond one. Then peace ushers in.
It’s a feeling like being absolved of all sin.
Feeling better, so that depression won’t recur,
Vigilance is a must. It will mitigate fear.

I need not become sick, though, to let go of stress.
I need only be present in the enjoyment
Of the thing that I’m doing now and not much more
Than the eternal moment existing calls for.
On the outside I’m busy. Inside, I’m content
In the slowness of working in full beingness.

It becomes an addiction but one that’s healthy.
Things that used to perturb me, like waiting in lines,
Are now fine chances for me to practice presence.
Otherwise I’d be elsewhere at my own expense.

No one likes a damned worker who constantly whines.
The nonsequitur self is the best worker bee.

Educated Delusion

Degredation Of Sheepskin

Socioeconomic conditions prevail
That are nowhere near perfect. The rich and the poor
Have a chasm between them a galaxy wide.
The world’s uneducated are lacking in pride.
If one has not a sheepskin then closed is the door
To a life of fulfillment. This is a sad tale.

Need it be this way always as always it’s been?
Social class structures are part of human nature.
We cannot get around that, although it’s been tried,
But with failure and bloodshed. The growing divide
Among people in this way does not have a cure
Short of total collapse and then starting again.

Working class pawns are uniformed in suit and tie.
The neck must be encircled to show ownership
Of one’s time and behavior for indentured pay.
Do I like doing what I must do everyday
To maintain my existence? I’ll button my lip
To avoid condescension and stick with a lie.

Educational systems are pawn factories.
In assembly line fashion, workers are produced.
When curricula match students’ abilities
And their natural aptitudes, then with much ease
They’ll absorb like sponges and boredom is reduced.
Educated Delusion is not expertise.

Decisive Action

Cosmic Vision

Within matter particulate energy dwells.
It commands hiding places throughout special space
Measured in units so small they mess with the mind.
We’ve learned this complex truth because nature is kind
In its letting us think we’re a noteworthy race.
We’ve evolved to exact what past action foretells.

Living means acting firmly. I cannot sit still
Like the objects inanimate. I must engage
With the urge to comingle with folk of my kind.
Public places are barren now. Where can I find
Some relief from containment? Captive in my cage,
Psychic means of connection shall my wish fulfill.

 I feel more energetic as time passes by.
For its healthy release there are things to be done
That have long been neglected within and around
All that serves as my dwelling. I’m safer homebound
Where I act with intent more while still having fun.
Energy Is Creative! I need not know why.

Does Work Cultivate Spirit?

Feeling Good About Work

An Obsession Magnificent, my work enthralls
And excites my whole being throughout every day.
My work is like a mantra that I can act out.
It enhances my wellbeing without a doubt.
My most absolute involvement becomes my way
To express who I am and grab life by the balls.

Anything done with great involvement does one good,
Whether farming or teaching or acting on stage.
But the only downfall is that my work depends
On results and approval. My heart recommends
That I also work deep within. There I engage
The spiritual mantra of my beinghood.

I must do something daily that does not depend
Upon anything outside my own inner space.
If I learn to do this well, then I can with ease
Make my work even better with no aim to please
Anyone who, of free will and infinite grace,
Is another earth worker who can be my friend.

Why Hardworking Folks Fail

Illusion In Fulfillment

Often goals have a price tag. We pay with our health.
The product of achievement sits firm in our minds
Though our hearts may be aching and flesh may be sore.
We survive to feed well the illusion of more.
Gain through pain strengthens muscles. Therein the fool finds
Faulty misapplication producing false wealth.

We must work hard and study hard. Why is this so?
But, to hell with that question. Let’s ask ourselves this:
Can we do our work lovingly and love to learn?
We don’t need to get lazy. What is of concern
Is that medical science, not by hit and miss,
Has determined happiness is the way to go.

Only when we are pleasant are we at our best.
Mind and body engage in an energy dance.
If we’re stressed out and anxious, we don’t work so well.
Then, after a few decades, we’re shot close to hell.
Stress means our minds have failed us. We cannot advance
To a meaningful outcome while we’re self-oppressed.

Just A Dirty Day Old

Perceived Adequacy

I did bathe yesterday. Should I take a day off
And recover from being so damned spanking clean?
In my mind, I am spotless and earthly scum free.
When I look out my window, the brightness I see
Is enough to re-sanctify. It’s good hygiene.
Maybe it can also cure my persistent cough.

When I find myself wearing a suit and a noose
Do I think I’m invincible belching a smile
To the ones who belittle me? I’m in good luck
If I know that I don’t need to feel like a schmuck
Nor a slave to a lost hope or lavish lifestyle.
I do long to be clean of the system’s abuse.

…Just A Dirty Day Old, and I don’t feel like scum
Because it’s become cyclic and psychic as well
To refresh myself daily. My much higher needs,
When fulfilled, are the means whereby happiness leads
To lasting satisfaction. The soul can excel
At the business of Being while beating the drum.