Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

More Things Are Going Right


Focus, focus, focus, sharpen ability to focus, extract myself
from an overwhelming sense of confusion, directly confront
problems as challenges to be overcome by using logic and
common sense, complete the projects waiting on my desk

Knowing magic is ready to assist our own attempts at con-
fronting the routines in the life of those seeking wisdom,
lift off looking down from above to realise how small and
unimportant the little things that cause pain in the heart

Cherishing the thought that our thoughts and words create
our reality, stories are the most important thing in life, we
think up the plot and fulfil our own prophecies, no dream
is too improbable; let me create a story for tomorrow

Decide how this official will turn her eyes inside to tune her
thoughts to the positive wavelength which broadcasts ideas
for creating a cheerful atmosphere, no matter how much is
wrong in the world since many more things are going right

Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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Sunday Night 14 July 2013

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