If the truth be told, here is the only thought I feel like writing, today:
I don't feel like writing about anything, at all, and
Though I've not a clue as to what casts a spell, from time to time, of
Mental lethargy over my desire to write, I can tell you this:
The newly developed depths of my self confident approach to life continues
To coax my sense of inner peace to relax within this pervasive belief:
Though mental lethargy feels strange to one whose mind never sleeps
I know, without a doubt, that mental activity is taking place subconsciously
And with that insight empowering my conscious awareness to have faith in
The fact that my brain knows what it's doing, I plan to luxuriate
Within this peaceful, down stream flow by floating forward
Acquiescently, for as long as this spell, which has been
Cradling the sum of my parts, lasts
You see, upon reflection, I can see where fate has chosen to befriend
Your friend, Annie, much more often than not, and just as
I tell my sons: You take your history every place you go ...
The classic nature of that statement proves true for me, too
Suggestive of this reassuring fact:
Each time my inner strength of courage remembers to
Couple up with my line of self control, I grow ever more capable of
Coping, patiently, with the hard times, and here is why that's true:
Once insight into some aspect of a confounding childhood experience
Is mine, my conscious awareness grasps a deeper sense of what had
Made a recent hard time feel more unbearable than had actually
Been true, due to the fact that I'd unknowingly darkened my
View of myself, again, and every time insight suggests that
My spirit had been shouldering yet another weighty bout of
Undeserved guilt, my heart feels so relieved of sadness, as to
Free mind space to openly absorb each next surprising experience that
Life and love continue to offer up to me, so that as I age
My spirit rejuvenates more thoroughly than had been possible when
Unidentified pockets of subconscious guilt (Manifesting as anxiety)
Had filtered through my wall of denial, misleading me to disparage
Myself, over most of my life, and as judging myself too harshly had
Narrowed the comfort zones of my conscious mind, negative attitudes
Focusing inward, had limited many of my choices ... unnecessarily ...
Sooo ... now you can understand why I say: Thank goodness
My new found ability to embrace the great unknown that exists
Deep within my subconscious (and yours) has resulted in
A positively focused attitude change for the better, which
Is currently suggesting that once I grow accustomed to
This feeling of mental relaxation, I may also feel free to
Choose what to write rather than feeling compelled (by unknown
Subconscious forces) to dive ever more deeply for insight into
My past in order to expose subterranean reasons for harboring
Repressed anxiety, which, upon erupting, repeatedly, had darkened
My vision of the blue bird of happiness, unnecessarily, time and again ...
Gosh ... This just occurred to me: I had no reason to worry that
The other shoe would drop on my head each time
The blue bird of happiness beckoned to me from overhead, because
Little birds, upon learning to take flight, know the importance of
Identifying childhood fears in order to leave the sad weight of
Those fears in the past where they belong, and therefore
Each little song bird, whose wing span has grown to embrace
Flight, has no need for S hoes to protect tender feet, suggesting that
My fear of the other shoe dropping proved to be yet another
Figment of my (darkened) imagination, all along!
Fancy that!
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