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Ask And Expect

Your World Awaits

Is it possible that I don’t ask hard enough?
That it hasn’t come true yet is clear in my mind.
Can’t I just let the process work out on its own?
I can’t be in the receiving mode if I moan
About what hasn’t happened. Comfort I can find
In the fact that my focus is making things tough.

I can’t hold myself in the awareness of lack
And expect good to happen. It works not that way.
I must feel the excitement and then let it go
Or else build more upon it so that it may grow
To obsessive magnificence, and I will stay
In sublime expectation. All is well on track.

Ask briefly then expect. That’s the best way to go.
I can feel how keen my awareness is of things
As they are – somewhat hopeless. It adds resistance
Into the whole equation. I welcome the chance
To test infinite powers. How I’m feeling brings
About manifestations of joy or sorrow.

I want there to be safety and justice for all.
Those conditions I can’t control. What I can do
Is keep myself creatively focused on joy.
Nothing but my awareness of hate can destroy
Any hope of fulfillment. I am the one who
Makes the final decision to engage the small.

There Is No Insecurity

Well Worth Repetition

If God so clothed the ladybugs why should I fear
That I might become needy in ways that demean
Self-respect and life purpose? My faith tank is low.
Since Jesus is the boss’s son, shouldn’t I know
He’s also my big brother? Does that sound obscene?
Only that which is positive do I adhere.

He would not have been put to death in India,
Where the people believe we’re all God in disguise.
They would just have accepted him as a wise one.
But the task put upon him would not have been done
Were he not among wilder folk and much less wise
And with perverse attachments to harsh Roman law.

Today knowledge is plentiful as it has been
Throughout all human history. Teachings abound
For the self’s true awakening. Why do I wait?
Is it fear that my ego will not feel so great
Since it’s only a concept and nothing profound?
The chance to think of acting will come once again.

Transformation of myself into unattached
Selflessness is impossible. That is because
I have selfish reasons for wanting to do so.
In the death of the fake self the true one will grow
In accordance with all the spiritual laws.
In a nest of security my soul is hatched.

Why Worry About What Isn’t Real?

It's ALL An Illusion

The future is a figment. It has no meaning,
Yet I fix my attention on what is unknown.
I can’t fantasize endlessly nor possibly
Predict any outcome. It’s for no one to see
Because it’s nonexistent except in the zone
Where spirit and the physical are the same thing.

I need things to be real so that I may survive
As a being of spirit in physical form.
To exist in the future is not being real.
Manifold are illusions that make an ordeal
Of the process of living. The mental thought storm
Undermines everything else that keeps me alive.

Oneself is like a mountain top always exposed
To an enduring blizzard it cannot control.
Different shapes and sizes of snowflakes it sees
And in many directions and speeds in the breeze.
It can’t predict what’s coming, yet I have a soul
And the same goes for me. My mind cannot be closed.

Evidence shows that worrying makes people ill
Over time. Luckily, there are some antidotes.
Fortifying the weak mind with logical thought
Based in certain reality, one can’t be caught
In cascading delusion. Good judgment promotes
Confidence in one’s actions, much peace, and goodwill.