By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Inevitably I am drawn to my own demise,
seeking the completion of fears and irrational self-doubt,
and daring life to quash my remaining hopes and dreams.
I do this as some quirky form of reverse psychology,
engaging with the idea of fate
and what can go wrong will go wrong.
I beg this half-arsed method will provide the positive,
land a clear path before me like some trophy,
some reverse response from life, having bated outcome.
Life of course sees no temptation and is immoveable,
me alone being the hand of destiny,
and the design of my own path, downfall or triumph.
It is often difficult to see the light
when lessons are all that are needed,
all that is given for eventual balance and the circumstance that achieves it.
Being overwhelmed is but another lesson in patience and faith,
and the more resistant we become for not accepting the need,
the more the lesson is needed.
Judging doesn’t help,
simply distracts the purpose and focus,
leading us into deeper levels of strife and pain.
In the end we should be drawn to success,
and dare life to stop us,
each thought and movement an adjunct to ascension.
Life cares not of our success or failure,
and moves guided by our thoughts and actions,
upholding balance as a result.
We may delude ourselves into thinking we are this or that,
but what we are cannot be hidden, and will be revealed in time,
through either pain of acceptance.
Self-trickery is a human condition,
fed or starved by our own thinking.
Life is about partaking,
realising dreams and living with an open heart.
All else is a diversion of self-doubt.
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