presence

Reading through my journals

I see my striving

Affirmations, new moon intentions

Metaphysical conniving

Always reaching, wanting more

Money, connection, clarity

Never really satisfied

Satiation a rarity

And old habit, manifestation

The art of creating life

Using both will and metaphysics

Result: internal strife

One part of my mind saying

Dream of what you desire

Write it down, envision it

It will be yours to acquire

The other voice is quieter

Peace its only desire

Proving the loud voice of wanting

A wounded liar

For so long I have been blind

Unable to truly see

All the wealth and all the goodness

Already surrounding me

My gaze shift is subtle

Yet creates a different view

I'm now in a new reality

Presence a psychedelic brew

The landscape is inward

Discerning and grounded

What is right here, now?

My gratitude unbounded

Peace is the prize

When you desire what you have

I learned this the hard way

Tearing myself up in halves

Telling life what to do

Like a wizard gone bad

Wielding intention like a sword

Confused yogi gone mad

Then grace intervened

Washed so much away

Softened like seaglass

Deep change underway

Little by little

Releasing my grasp

Of both striving and control

The mental lock unclasped

There is no controlling the ocean

There is just riding the waves

Life is the same

The realization, it saves

So here I am now

Writing all of this down

The Queen of presence

Here: Check out my crown.