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.
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