Do all you can–
even if it isn’t all you planned. . .

and let the other stuff
be handled by the wider world
or by the Order that is higher up,

and you’ll see that you
get just where you need to
and that will prove to be
oh so much more
than just enough. . .

though what you then
will have in hand
may seem so much,
that as of now,
might feel
if it were really real,
it would have to illicit contraband–

but it will be something
you deserve
and maybe also will have earned,
from all you’ve done and who you are
and all you’ve learned. . .

and you’ll feel natural
in your wide smile,
and peaceful
in your heart and gut–

though it sounds
too good to be true,
I promise you,
I do not bluff.

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