Expectations Poem by Robert Rittel

The lure of expectations is the trap in the illusive mind,
imposing multiple reflection where no end is to find.
Delusion bound to limitation to hide the chaos of fear,
the story in the story squeezing another tear.
Riding the beast of burden as duty of past generation,
not seeing the now to create contentment in relation.
The vision far more complete with magical sight,
for new horizons without rational logic and a pulling tide.
Visions born in grace and serene to be - are free,
working with the great mystery of creation to see.
The mind of doubt in still will be inspired by that relation,
within that state of sacred legacy, begins the mental administration.
The impressions of your feelings in much gentle hue,
like reflections in the early morning dew.
Embrace the inheritance of light from the moment at your birth,
given your soul the utmost gentle attention on this earth.
Since I have the image of beauty by closed eyes seen,
I walk through the abundant garden in my dream.