Give up hope,

for better health

for peace with your neighbor

for a lasting relationship.


Trade in those plastic poker chips

for actual gold.


Mind says, “No!”


“If I lose hope

I have nothing left in my pockets.


“Without hope,

the Grand Canyon yawns between my ears.”




Nothing on low to scheme about,

to focus on,

to try for.


No thing!


When you quit hoping the rain will stop

you pull out your umbrella.


In this hope-less vacuum

floating free of gravity,

all one can do is love.


When all that’s left is love,

all that remains

is the true Self.

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