Each time a plan meets with success
My mind feels peaceful and my spirit smiles
Each time a plan falls flat on its face
My mind stirs up a sense of frustration that
Sits on my spirit, weighing it down
Though often times, when I can't get a plan off the ground
Two heads prove better than one, except for those times when
Crashing head-on offers naught but
Two headaches for the price of one
One way to lighten the weight of frustration that
Flattens my spirit when a plan collects dust on the shelf
Is to take a time out in hopes of
Redirecting my think tank to brainstorm toward
Revising a workable plan on my own
As intuitive thought guides me to remember that
The only mind I can control is my own
It often makes sense to retreat to a peaceful place where
I feel free to brainstorm through confusion until clarity is mine
As intuitive thought guides me to remember that
The only mind I can control is my own
It often makes sense to retreat to a peaceful place where
I feel free to brainstorm through confusion until clarity is mine
On the other hand, there are times when confusion persists, suggesting that
My mind is not empowered with the knowledge necessary to
Solve the problem at hand
My mind is not empowered with the knowledge necessary to
Solve the problem at hand
For example, yesterday, I spent quite some time attempting to
Open the file containing the story of Will's childhood until
Clarity suggested that my memory had not absorbed
The knowledge necessary to resolve my computer's problem, sooo
With that thought in mind, I came up with this plan, instead:
Place a call to my computer whiz, whose memory is filled with
A wealth of knowledge, which may solve my problem for a fee
Though I took action by implementing this workable plan with immediacy
I learned that the expertise, stored within my computer whiz's memory bank
Will not be available to help me till late next week … sooo, guess what happened?
My frustration arose, anew ... until ...
My intelligence made an automatic withdrawal from my memory bank, which
Deposited this deeper truth into my think tank:
The only person who can lower my frustration is me, sooo ...Open the file containing the story of Will's childhood until
Clarity suggested that my memory had not absorbed
The knowledge necessary to resolve my computer's problem, sooo
With that thought in mind, I came up with this plan, instead:
Place a call to my computer whiz, whose memory is filled with
A wealth of knowledge, which may solve my problem for a fee
Though I took action by implementing this workable plan with immediacy
I learned that the expertise, stored within my computer whiz's memory bank
Will not be available to help me till late next week … sooo, guess what happened?
My frustration arose, anew ... until ...
My intelligence made an automatic withdrawal from my memory bank, which
Deposited this deeper truth into my think tank:
Rather than attempting to grasp control over
The busy work schedule of my computer whiz
I chose to call upon self control in hopes of
Minimizing frustration by re-centering my thoughts upon
Baby worshipping—I mean
Seriously—how long can my brain swirl with frustration when
An image as magical as holding Ravi in my arms
Dances through my mind ... lightening my spirit, which spontaneously
Ignites my smile's sense of joy ☺️
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Seriously—how long can my brain swirl with frustration when
An image as magical as holding Ravi in my arms
Dances through my mind ... lightening my spirit, which spontaneously
Ignites my smile's sense of joy ☺️
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