Now I have Stopped Becoming

Now I have stopped becoming.
Now I become weaker with each passing year,
physically, but it is all too clear
that the mind too will soon cease becoming
and even courage perhaps will slowy begin to fade.

Now as worldly hope disolves the only hope is divine hope.
Hope that those memories of wonderous moments of knowing have not been lies
Hope that there is truth in those fairy tales.
Those I wrote of my own transformation.

Divine Care

Here it comes again
the God’s in their fantastic
infinate compassion and generosity
have seen my lower self getting out of control
and they have stepped in,
admisistering numerous troublesome irritations, worries, problems and fears
and generally removing all excess energy
which had been and would have continued to be used to create a persistant self image.
A virtual self.
A Frankenstien’s Monster.

Shall I try to renounce the activities of this virtual being
or simply focus more attention on what is real
The former sounds right to mind,
the later is without doubt always a winning solution.
Yes, now I see, the monster wants to solve the problem by fighting it’s self.
Silly monster. You can not fight yourself.
You are not even real.

To think, that perhaps some divine being cares enough
to do what is needed to keep the monster off balance
over and over again.
That is a feeling of Love.