Identify distraction and get it out of the Plan.

Feeling frustrated?
Now stop. Soak it in.
Take a deep breath,
And then do it again.

Everything’s fine.
You’re gunna turn off your mind.
Now. There we are.
What did you find?

Not sure? I’ll tell you.
You connected with you.
Present moment;
More of what’s true.

So, give yourself credit.
Things just aren’t that bad.
You had expectations,
And then you got mad.

Whatever it is,
You’re better-off to let-go.
Frustration becomes distraction
Trust me. I know.

Take control of your time,
And do what you can.
Trust in yourself,
And stick to your plan.

RBF

Your resting bitch face
Has moved from dormant to active.
Now it’s scary;
Not-just unattractive.

Red with anger;
Sight set on me.
I wish that you
Could just let me be.

If not, please speak,
In a much calmer voice.
But, it’s not your fault;
You-say you’ve no choice.

Like you’ve the right to behave
The way you do.
Like, you just can’t help it.
As-in… I made you.

That’s a tough way to live;
No control of emotion.
You must feel like a dingy,
And that life is an ocean.

Just the Way it is

You move from angry to angry.
You snap on a dime;
Struggling to enjoy
What should be a good time.

Blaming others.
Pointing out what’s wrong.
Holding on
To a sorrowful song…

That I know as, your past.
Where you feel you were cheated.
But, you’re repeating the story,
Which leaves others depleated…

Negativity reigns.
Poor me thought.
The glass is half empty.
That’s where you are caught.

And, I can’t see it changing.
You-don’t see-it like-this.
Perhaps what I see
Are the things that you miss.

And vice versa.

Stop Worrying

Let’s think of the present.
The moment; right now.
We all hold the past.
The question is, how?

We all look to the future.
So, what do you hold?
Fear and stress
About getting old?

Retirement? Death?
What do you feel,
As you sit here and ponder?
Is your mind like a wheel?

Spinning in circles?
Thoughts pull you away
From the time that you have.
We just have today.

So, let those thoughts go;
The stress from the worry.
It’s ok to relax.
We’re not in a hurry.

Just go to your feeling.
That’s what’s real.
Touch your pain.
That’s how you’ll heal.

That’s how you’ll find peace;
How you’ll get with the now.
Just go to the feeling.
I know you know how.

Communication

What do you know of presence?
Can you pull back
From the thoughts that you chase?

What do they say,
Of you as a listener?
Have you awareness,
And a sense their pace?

Bull in a china shop.
Can’t wait to speak?
You seem to always know?

Better than others?
They need to listen?
STOP! Take a breath.
Take it slow.

We’re always a part
Of communication.
One on one’s
And collective.

Try holding your tongue.
Value other’s thoughts.
With yours
Become more selective.

Like less is more;
Quality counts.
Think of a filter.
You’ve got to use it.

Like practice with sport.
There’s no substitute.
If you’re not with it,
You’ll find that you lose it.

Shhh

The rain has past
So i go back outside,
To sit with the night;
To find peace inside.

Drawn to alone,
My ears need some rest.
They’ve had their fill.
They did there best.

But, now they need quiet
At the end of the day.
They took all they could
Of the stuff others say.

So many stories.
Blah, blah, blah.
My-ears can literally hurt.
They can feel like they’re raw.

Why-can’t folks-be-quiet?
They just have to talk.
“Uh, I gotta go.
Would you look at the clock”.

Unbelievable non-sense.
Painful sound.
“Would you please wait to speak
Until I’m not around”?

The Blame Game

What horrible pictures you Take.
Negatives in a dark room,
For goodness Sake!

You own the camera,
But have refused to seek Light.
I can’t help but judge;
My opinion seems Right.

Like it’s not subjective matter.
I’m far from alone
In seeing this Way.
Like you forgot
The assignment
And it’s now lost on you.
From the dark room,
You’ve lost sight of the Day.

Your eyes are now clouded
By Shame.
And, the world’s a reflection;
A Game
You see what you see,
And develope a story.
The title of which
Is, Blame.