Today I am attempting to stare Into my soul. The authentic me. The daughter of God. Who knew? Yet, every once in a while, I feel a sudden and angry kick from my ego. Lashing out in a defiant stand for misery. My stupid fucking ego. How the hell did I ever trade my throne for scraps Of useless junk? It’s almost humorous. But then again…. There is nothing really funny about Starving children sleeping in dumpsters And crying…
“Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes, And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills, Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills:— He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass: Environment is but his looking-glass.” ~ James Allen
“The way to happiness is: Keep your heart free from hate, Your mind free from worry. Live simple, give much. Fill your life with love, Do as you would be done by.” ~ Buddha
I do not perceive my own best interests. In no situation that arises do you realize the outcome that would make you happy. Therefore, you have no guide to appropriate action, and no way of judging the result. What you do is determined by your perception of the situation, and that perception is wrong. It is inevitable, then, that you will not serve your own best interests. Yet they are your only goal in any situation which is correctly perceived…
The entire world shifted, So that you could be here: Slicing. Dicing. Waxing you like a koi fish. A blink. An eye-ball opening and closing, one time, Only to recede into dust. Fairies dancing like trail mix caught on fire. Touchstones of foroget-me-nots and ho-hos. Life. Passing you by? Open up to the reality of yourself. Bliss on shoe strings laced together like a wedding dress. Kiss it all goodbye. You care for none of it. Your sold on tomorrows–…
You got soul, baby. Fire in the kitchen. Melodies and harmonies skipping across my tongue Like Socrates with a loaded gun. Boom, Boom, baby, And then you shot me down. Burned constellations across my universe Mapped my body like the sea Called out my name And brought me to my knees. So shake it baby, And out we’ll drift towards the great unknown, Hand in hand like a poet’s prose singing lullabies to a moonlit road. Passing time with dragonflies…
