Life has a magnetic field.
It all depends on the pole
you feed. The one with which
you sit, sip, and converse –
gratitude or mad-itude – will
influence how yours turns out.
Hang out with the negative side,
and you will likely find
yourself
mired in interminable
suffering, grief, and misery.
Nourish the positive,
and you’re prone to surprise,
joy,
excitement, and anticipation
around almost every bend.
"Ah," you protest,
"but what of the external
circumstances of my life:
wrongs from others, and
life’s unavoidable pain?"
They do not matter nearly as
much
as your magnet, Grasshopper.
Do you use the rain that falls
upon us all for dancing,
and watering your garden,
or do you sit inside and lament
that your clothes got wet?
© 2013 Todd Jenkins
Your poetry is so outside the box of standard form and thought process that EVERYthing you write stirs something in my spirit.
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Wow! You're welcome. I knew there was a reason all the boxes in my life seem to be in shreds. :-)
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