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THIS WILL BE THE TIME

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This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves

For being young, uninformed, misguided, innocent, gullible, optimistic, blind, hopeful. open and eager

This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves

For being abused, taken advantage of, fooled, tricked, lied to, groomed, persuaded and led astray

This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves

For being damaged, confused, frightened, slow, weird, awkward, withdrawn, and erratic

This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves

This is the moment when we can lay down our burden of self-blame

Continue on with only the few light things we need

Like encouragement, compassion, understanding and nurturing

In our little bag, now so light once recriminations are dumped out

While we are not going to be totally carefree, we are going to be much freer

Starting our journey anew, into the new day

With those things that no longer serve us 

Tossed away, into the abyss, the past, wherever

May now be the time you forgive yourself

So you can flow unfettered into the new year

With your head held high, a spring in your step

Holding the tiny invisible hand of younger you 

The little Fool that needs to be embraced and guided

Away from danger and towards our rightful path

To self-realization

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MOUNT APOCALYPTO

International Hostility is like a rumbling volcano

Filled with molten destruction

Bubbling with greed and hatred

We live on the side of this active volcano

Growing our crops, living our little lives

While watching the ominous puffs of black smoke

For a warning sign

That Mount Apocalypto is about to erupt

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CONSTRUCTION NOT DESTRUCTION
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When I need an explanation

For why I feel let down

Two paths appear before me

The unkind path of blame

Or the kinder path of blamelessness

I have gone down both, on occasion

Blame leads to a pile of rubble


Bitterness and pain

Blamelessness leads to an

Empty sunlit field

Where I can build something new

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INNER COSTUME

Sometimes I try to think

The thoughts that someone else might think

I try to feel the perspective and attitude

Behind those thoughts

To see the world through different eyes

Informing my pretend heart that I do not care

So dreadfully much about things all the time.

You see, I am naturally inclined to care deeply 

Which can get exhausting without a break

Letting go does not come naturally to me

So I pretend to be someone else

Someone whose emotions are not so vulnerable

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MERCILESS

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It's a law of nature

Adapt or die

Don't know if I can do it

But I'm sure gonna try

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ANNOUNCEMENT

We interrupt this problem

With a new more urgent problem

Which must be dealt with immediately

Once this emergency problem is resolved

We will return you to your regularly scheduled problems

Which are already in progress

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EVENTUALLY

Even as the wrong is committed 

The lie forms in the mind of the wrongdoer

To give a credible explanation or excuse

Both to others and to their inner secret self where they live

Hopefully fooling everyone, especially themselves

The lie is repeated and embellished

Over and over

In the wrongdoer's mind

Polished like a cheap dimestore diamond

Until the gleaming lie hypnotizes and blinds

Their mind to the honest real naked truth

But 

Truth never dies, it never changes

It is the most radiant and hardest jewel 

That outshines and outlasts even the finest lie

One day truth will reappear, reveal itself

Maybe not to everyone else, but certainly to the liar

Who never really really believed it

Deep down inside

Where it mattered the most

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HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT

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There are regular disappointments, bitter disappointments

And huge disappointments

To recover from a huge disappointment requires time and care 

Because your imagination has been bruised to the bone

Hope is weak and running a fever, the heart feels sad and sick

Tender loving care is required to heal from a huge disappointment

Rest, proper nutrition, something useful to focus on

Time is needed before you can go on to analyze

Feel encouraged, regain hopeful optimism

Anticipate good things once again flowing your way

(One last thing, it is not your fault for counting on something

That did not work out. Many factors are at play in all events

No one can calculate the effects of all of them.)

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LESSON 

My blue sock was missing

I had it last night

I took it off my right foot

This morning it was gone

Where did it go?

Did I hide it away in some somnambulant state of mind?

Did I only imagine I was wearing blue socks yesterday?

No pet could have taken it

Because my only pet is a big potted aloe vera

Yesterday I had two blue socks

Today I had one

If Sherlock Holmes was real, he could deduce where it is

Dr. Watson could write "The Mystery of the Blue Sock"

Which would turn out to be the key clue in uncovering

A vast international conspiracy.

Was it aliens? A ghost? A different dimension?

Do I need Rod Serling? Or that alien guy with the fluffy hair?

No, I needed my deceased Grandmother

With her one word of advice - "Gravity"

Things fall downward, so look there first

Which is where I looked

Behold! Kicked under the bed was my blue sock!

Thank you, my beloved ancestor, for teaching me

The importance of a logical mind, of calm thought

For teaching me to remember gravity

I share her wisdom with you now

In case your blue sock ever goes missing

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WILD BLUE YONDER

Not knowing what's going to happen

Makes an anxious person more anxious

All the things that can go wrong

March in goose-step before our mind's eye

I was an anxious person

Any new situation immediately triggered fear and worry

Which has also been called "overthinking"

But thinking is not the real problem

Anxiety is the problem

Being an anxious person in general

Is the problem

I have begun the process, gradually, bit by bit

Of converting my anxiety into a Sense of the Mysterious

A fancy way of saying "I don't know what's going to be."

The Mysterious tells me that's okay 

Have faith in yourself

Have faith in your sincere efforts

The Mysterious points out that life, in its infinite variety

Is not a problem to be solved

But an adventure to be lived

Skills to be honed, or created as needed

Only the Mysterious 

Lets us greet each new day, each new challenge

With a twinkle in our eye, with courage in our heart

Confidence in our ability to cope 

As we bravely step into the unknown

Open to possibilities, ready for the challenge

Hopefully with companions by our side

To encourage us along the way

As I am encouraging you right now

To open your mind to the possibility

That things might go well, might turn out for the best

Might be the next step in your development

As a Mystic 

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BEACON

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When a bright light leaves

This earthly plane

There is no guarantee

That another source of such pure illumination

Will come along any time soon

Navigate your way past the rocky shoals

While the light can guide you

Safely to the open waters

Which are vast and lead to new lands

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SUCCESS!

I didn't think I could do it

But I did, much to my surprise

Now I will turn the surprise

Into being proud of myself

I will not take my accomplishment for granted

No matter how small

Because I did it, because I tried

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GIFT FROM HEAVEN

I picture my friends with wings

To remind me of two vital things

They might choose to stay

They might fly away

I can't know what time and tide brings

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BUYING A LOTTERY TICKET ON THE WAY TO WORK

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Is hope really good or bad?

There is only one way of knowing

Does it squander your time in fantastic dreams

Or stimulate you to keep going?

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(IN) TANGIBLE

Give me a pencil! Give me paper!

Before my thoughts dissolve like vapor

Thoughts float around like waking dreams

Running a program behind the scenes

I don't know what I'm thinking about

Til I write thoughts down. then I find out

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WE WALK BY FAITH

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We know, objectively, that we are tiny impermanent beings

In a vast universe

But we must live as if we mattered

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We know, probably, that what we are seeing isn't all of reality

Or maybe not reality at all

But we must live as if reality existed just as it appears

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We know we can not prove with current scientific methods

That there are supernatural forces, magical phenomena and invisible beings

We can summon to affect reality

But some of us live as if we can

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AN OPINION ON OPINIONS

An opinion is a nebulous thing

Intangible, but strong

I think my opinions are right

(Until new info comes along)

I keep my opinions limited

To what I know is true for me

I have no opinions about what others choose

This seems to be the key

People fight over opinions

As if they were real facts

But a difference of opinions

Never excuses bad acts

My existence has meaning and value

This is also true for you

I respect your right to opinions

Friends respect mine too.

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DOCTOR OF S b W

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How much does a lesson cost?

Sometimes it does not cost very much

A small adjustment fixes it

A few dollars, half an hour

Lesson learned.

Sometimes the lesson is very costly

Taking all our money, all our time

Every hope in our heart of hearts

Sometimes it costs our whole reality

Such an expensive lesson should not be wasted

It is vital that we learn from those harsh, bitter, devastating lessons

Vital that we learn the right thing

That there are people, places, things

Which will never work in our best interests

We get our "Sadder but Wiser" degrees

If you never got your diploma, let me hand you one now

Congratulations graduate, go forth into this world of choices

You can set up your own business - succeed and prosper

As the new, well-educated, highly skilled version of you.

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BIG ROCK CAN BE MOUNTAIN

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We can't get proper perspective

From the bottom of our mountain

The foothills of formal education

Are only a little better

No, we must climb that rocky, steep slope

Resting here and there along the way

To catch our breath, refresh our spirits

Reassess our strategies

We can't stay on a flinty ledge for too long

Rockbound, petrified with apprehension

No, we must continue our climb, however arduous

However dizzying, to the tippy top

There we will survey the lay of the land

Gather perspective, devise strategies

Then, when we make our descent, 

Filled with the glow of accomplishment

We will know almost everything we need to know

To rule our kingdoms wisely

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COME ON DOWN

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I woke up this morning

(Always a good thing)

To the theme from "The Price is Right"

Playing inside my skull

I never watched the show

So the value in this remains a mystery

Though I did see the show mentioned casually 

On a different show.

For some reason my brain latched on

To this inconsequential fact and has been bouncing

The thing around for days, unbeknown to me

A program running in the background

For no apparent purpose

Whatsoever

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X-RAY

How I wish

There was not

A petty bone

In my body

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PRIORITIES

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I did not write a 

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Instead, I did my laundry

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INVOCATION

Here I am, New Day

With my many foibles and flaws

Please guide all my thoughts and actions

Towards a good and worthy cause.

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EQUALS EQUALS EQUALS

Which are more problematic

Women or men?

Whichever one you choose

Better think again.

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EVALUATION PROCEDURE #1

Meeting someone new

I run a preliminary diagnostic analysis on them

As we chat

Glad that my clip board and checklists

Are invisible

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ET IN ILLIS

Up and at 'em

That's my motto

Except at bedtime

When I'm blotto

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THE INS AND OUTS

Sometimes I feel out of it

Out of mainstream culture

Hustle and bustle, politics

Competition, conspicuous consumption

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Sometimes I feel in it

The moment, nature

The Universe, the groove

A book, the good graces of my Higher Self

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If I don't know if I'm coming or going

It's okay

Both are suitable directions for me.

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LIAR TRAINING

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When harsh punishment is a threat 

For the many mistakes and learning experiences a child 

Naturally has as they navigate their way towards maturity

That child becomes separated from day to day reality

Because the larger and more immediate reality

Of fear causes them to triangulate the tale of actual events

With the current threat and the answers that they hope 

Will deflect, neutralize, invent or mold the truth

Into something non-punishable.

Truth is the collateral damage to the threat the child lives with

And the skill of lying is honed and polished until

Truth, sliced up and reinvented, dissected gossamer thin 

 Virtually disappears, a chasm widening each day

Between the child's grasp of reality and the fear induced lies

The clever child needs for self-protection

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MAGIC TRANSFORMATION MORNING

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Oh that very first snow of the season!

When the temperature is just about freezin'

A dusting of white is such a delight

For a woods-dwelling New England heathen

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Oh it is time to dance and celebrate!

Water in its glittering crystalline state

Each crystal so rare no other can compare

As they silently drift down and accumulate

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IMPOSTER

When the Great Man died

The world mourned

Acclaim rose from those he ruled

His last thought 

As his life ebbed away

"I can't believe how I had them all

Fooled."

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I WAS HERE

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I can't build a pyramid

Or miles of wall

No caves to decorate

No monuments at all

So I will leave this poem

The message is clear

I once existed

I was once here.

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