But if I said so chalantly
that “the secret” that you seek
was simply “there is no secret”
You would surely soon start
to become skeptic
of my insouciance.
So you’d scatter,
and seek suitable counsel elsewheres.
And they might not be so sincere,
And end up saying to you exactly what you want to hear.
Your heart craves a notion
that more practice is necessary
And you search for schooling
from someone special
to show you things you suspect you aren’t seeing.
You desire the same combustion of the sun
from someone else’s spark
you solicit this auxiliary person
to keep you safe and secure
while your soul sojourns.
I subtly squelch my desire
to show off this inside scoop⏤
or is it just a sophistry?
And I serve this self-storified notion of yours
and I promise to serve it assuredly.
Certainly you’d subject yourself to this charade
for so long as you desire.
But fancy it or not,
at some instance,
exactly on schedule,
you’ll absolutely see,
the next steps you need to saunter
are assembled specifically
to stimulate and strengthen
your spirit at its essence.
To savvy this summons is scary,
there is no shortcut
You try to stall,
shove it aside,
stave it off a second,
you‘re sure there is no excuse left unused.
You need to start this instant
No one can rise and cross swords for you.
No one can show you your own superpowers.
But you simply need to see it.
Your story and skills are so special
That you can’t surmise that someone who
is not yourself will see these surreal sums
And once you realize
that you’ve possessed
in the midst of it all.
You’ll next see
that all the seemingly serendipitous occurrences
in this circus
are not so serendipitous,
but stages set out in auspicious styles.
but also schemed especially for you.
And once you accept this sentence
with a deep breath, and closed eyes,
you swallow and shrug your shoulders,
then release you tensioned muscles.
Your new smile
will susceptly show off your stoutheartedness.
On second thought,
perhaps it’s not so much of a smile,
Or a slight sparkle that the shallow won’t see
Or they choose not to survey.
However, the whole world will see and reciprocate that smile,
recognizing that you’re no longer
subject to anyone else’s subvert bullshit.
So I’m so sorry that you’ll never spot explicitly what you desire,
So long as you search so staunchly for it.
But the second you surrender
to what will soon be
You see that “the secret” is synonymous with all sorts of silly shit
that selectly either doesn’t exist,
Or⏤ that you’ve possessed
since the start.