Now,

Currently,

Events are so profoundly

Negative

That my brain shuts down,

Wants to slip away,

Sleep.

I put my head in the sand,

Tending the nest,

Turning the eggs,

Filling cold, dark synapses

With scarce warmth

And light.

Inevitably,

I return to faith to assuage

That progressive chill,

The malaise creeping in

That is the world.

I have it on good authority

(Neuroscientists)

That the physical brain

Is meant to be trained

In positivity

Or negativity,

That the physical brain,

Unhidden and held high,

Is a soul radio, a receiver,

A spirit antenna

Interpreting esoteric signals

From that unseen dimension.

It is our own concealment,

Our own directional spiral,

Up or down,

Left or right,

Receiving,

Or blocking,

That makes perception.

Frost would understand.

He knew the twin roads, the divergence.

He said it made all the difference.

Admitting or not,

We create our Happy, our Misery.

Truly we have little external control.

Some prisons are concrete,

And yet exceptionally,

The external is changed through internal.

Prison doors unlock with faith.

Control is an illusion,

And yet believing, praying, imagining

Are the verbs which change

All life, all surroundings, all beings

In our universe web.

That vibe word

“Manifesting,”

Simply means connecting,

Radioing the other side,

“Breaker, breaker,”

“Ten-four,”

“Roger that,”

To the Source of us all.

Manifesting is requesting,

Planning positive perception,

Opening up,

Remembering,

“Ask, and receive.”