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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #1566435
The power that lies in Contentment....but it requires the dicipline of a soldier.
The Empire of Contentment.



I believe that contentment is a process

in which everyone in the world must engage.

It demands a necessary truth and it is necessary.

I personally had made a conscious decision in my life

to be content,

I must testify today to

the significance and sacredness

of this mindset.



I place it higher than

the highest column/pillar of virtue,

I do so with stern countenance.

Contentment must adorn the universe and set it on fire,

it must be engraved on each mind

as it conquers forces

with a dignity and strength

that is paramount to nothing.



In order to acheive a state of contentment,

one has to understand the way the human mind works

for the human mind is naturally defected,

this alone is not enough.

History has generated an angry people,

who are volatile and easily triggered.

With respect, understanding, forgiveness,

I believe historical anguish can be carressed.



Contentment in the human mind,

an awareness that can connect us all,

peacefully, finally.

In making this conscious decision

to accept my lot in life,

to be thankful,

to have a positive outlook,

the elements of purpose came into play.



What is my place in the present and the future?

What will be my legacy?

How should I treat people?

Where am I going and how will I get there?

These cornerstone questions

maintained my focus, fostered growth,

metamorphosis, change, evolution, contentment,

inherently.



This diversification of thinking,

a deliberate arrangement of my thoughts/mind,

gives contentment,

the greatest attribute I could ever possess, in this constantly changing, competitive, fluid world.

The richest of gifts is to be content

with the very littlest of things,

simple things, that lead to happiness.



This mindset launches me into leading places.

My assumption for the future for all

is this complacent keeness,

a key in every hand,

that paralyses indifferences,

dissolves wars,

summons a majestic repose,

triumphs in restful, sovereign oceans, peaceful lands.



The power that lies in contentment,

a ceremonial, celebrative power,

a trumpeting power,

that resounds in heaven

with clashes of cymbals,

fixes fine fates by this necessity.

I accept the reality of my mind,

as fire, water and earth can never unite.



So sometimes it is with my people,

but there can still be resolve, with contentment.

I can dominate as I build a fortress within,

I can connect with the bridges that extrapolate out of me,

the extension of myself,

integrating in such a thicket way

that I create a medley, a symphony, harmony.

My hope and dream for the future direction of mankind.



In this serene ocean of pure consciousness,

in this soothing stream of gentle, flowing water,

I become impervious to the impact of opposition/aggression, untroubled by envy and restlessness,

I am completely calm, compassionate, and considerate.

I reside with a loving loyalty

that still allows me to be forgiving/patient/understanding

in the face of betrayal.



A steady, stable, satisfied soul resides in me.

This contented feeling connects me to God,

it is in itself a manifestation of God,

it brings purity of mind,

an elevated mind that never plans or calculates,

a mind brimming over with noble thoughts

that lead only to a spiritual completeness

parallel to none.



This total mind power has potential

to bear fruit of misfortune with equanimity,

it prevents me from overstepping boundaries,

from over indulgence and excess.

A daily devotion to this mindset

with the strength of a warrior is compulsory.

It ensures success/composure that springs forth not

suddenly from nothingness, but from diligent consciousness.



I work it,

I attain fulfillment,

I am able to meet the soul

of every predicament

and embrace it,

with poise and grace,

with restraint and detachment,

with tolerance.



The power of thought,

where wisdom presides like an owl,

with a breastplate of steadiness,

evenness, richness, fearlessness, calmness, coolness,

with a helmet of gladness, goodness, kindness,

with a sceptre of rightness, oneness, wholeness,

a peace in my mind and body that is a kind of freedom

from upset, anxiety and vexation.



In this complex dance of forces,

I enjoy giving others enjoyment,

I enjoy every passing moment,

working in harmony with the nature of forces and man,

not against it,

until complete equilibrium brings forth death,

but I will not wait until that moment in time,

until the next life, to enjoy such eternal bliss.



For my contentment is timeless,

I already enjoy an inward balance,

a captivating state of even-tempered, aplomb well-being

that keeps me motivated.

I continually am growing vertically,

I stand perpendicular to myself,

I feel symmetrical,

a great self confidence saturates me.



I bellow a specific kind of dynamic balance here

that is fundamental

to all aspects of life,

a contented source of life that nourishes,

awakens and enlightens,

radiates and counteracts,

emmanates from within,

from the depths of my soul.



A contentment that softens anger,

liberates me,

like robust pollen floating away

with the rhythm of the wind

on a summer day with blue skies,

flowers dancing in the dazzling sunlight,

as I plough through the realisation

of how fickle my destiny is.



Unworried, unconcerned,

never allowing my mind to wander off,

or to succumb to the 'victim syndrome' mentality,

I sit blue and silent, roaring gratitude.

In this way I can think and create,

with 'feel good' endorphins banging in my head,

with high levels of seratonin booming through my veins,

with dopamine buzzing through my brain.



Adrenaline takes on the appearance of

not too much and not too little anger,

I know....

when to use a nail,

when to use a screw,

by humbly acknowledging my limitations,

sensing the merit in others,

waving my olive branches.



Shielded with courage and perseverance,

offering simple sacrifices with pure hands,

hardening my heart for the hills of pain I must climb,

the difficulties in my journey I must face,

with a contented mind and heart,

I sow and harrow ears of wheat,

few grains of lentils and little bread,

enough.



I am impartial, incorruptible and steadfast.

I hear beating of drums in my silent solitude,

I see harps singing in my dreams,

I know the sound of the timpani before it strikes,

with the faith of an eagle,

like a matron of concord,

I worship the goddess of contentment,

who symbolizes victory and power.



A solemn tribute

that yields the sweet sound of the lyre,

that pierces my heart with arrows of gold,

that fixes my gaze on honey ungreedily.

My thoughts are enchanted by my undemanding shrine,

a sanctuary,

guardian, protector and keeper of my soul,

as I make my mark in history.



I am not of any divine lineage,

I am merely a peasant.

However, I am crowned with a wreath

of mint leaves, myrtle bush, roses, violets and lilies.

I toil each day with cheerfulness,

I eat contentment from the shepherd boy's horn,

watching over my harvest,

never inhaling a wrath that gnaws at my prosperity.



I am blessed with the abundance of a cornucopia,

this throne of contentment

never wants, never judges, never compares, never demands,

it surrounds and encompasses me,

it is easy to establish once I update my mind,

it is the skill of self mastery,

my dream, my vision and my hope for a world of contentment, with an empire of contented people.

Oh to be contented each fleeting moment,

requires the dicipline of a soldier.



Poet: Simone Galy-Laquis

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