Unburdened

How long have I carried this burden of feeling
that something is tragically wrong?
What might I have felt or accomplished
if only my grip on this chain were less strong?
How often have I isolated myself,
nursed my umbrage, hung on feeling miffed?
What delights have I missed, what sweet music
drowned out by this droning, lugubrious song?

Going forth, then, what project more worthy could be
than to practice a temperament shift––
Might I toil and create and explore
from a vantage of knowing that here I belong.
Every being I greet, every scene I encounter
hath pow’r to inspire and uplift.
May I seek to make mystery my craft,
and regard every pebble a lustrous new gift.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Introspecting during meditation, it has come to me gradually that I carry an overarching feeling that something is wrong, and this feeling affects everything I think and do. This poem is intended as a mantra which I hope to use to change this ancient feature of my temperament.
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