NO GUARANTEE

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NO GUARANTEE

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When we go to sleep we do not have a guarantee

That we will awaken to the same world

Anything could happen

A natural disaster or a man made calamity

Some unknown illness, or a strange mutation of a known disease

The list is endless of all the many possible horrors that could have transpired

While we slept peacefully, unaware, of the dreadful new circumstances.

So, when I awake to the normal world .....sun rising as it should

Birds singing, humanity humming along with their myriad purposes

I rejoice at this moment, when I see it's all still here

Everything doing what it does and should do

And I have my limbs and faculties, my home still standing

My heart beating and filling with the realization that this new day is off

To a wonderful start, a miraculous morning

When everything is right where I left it, ready for me to begin my new day

However I choose.

I hold this moment in my heart

Gladness and relief relaxing me as I head towards my coffee.

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OPINION - EYES

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OPINION - EYES

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When someone expresses their opinion

It is as if they told me their eye color

They are telling me something about themselves

There is nothing to argue about

If their opinion, or eye color, is different from mine

No need for anger or name-calling

Because their opinion is simply a fact about themselves

Which does not call for a volatile reaction

Or an attempt to argue them into another point of view

Which never works

It lets me know who they are, and what they believe

When they express themselves and opinionize

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HIGHER SELF

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HIGHER SELF

You are the whisper in my mind

Intelligent, fun, and hopefully kind

You are the unknown element

Mysterious and heaven sent

You are the thinker, I am the thought

The active volcano, erupting hot

You are wise, and so am I 

We are the clouds, we are the sky

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THE LAST BATTLE

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THE LAST BATTLE

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The Berserker spirit of the antique warrior

Still survives to this day

But what use is it in these modern times?

With warfare evolved into drones and mechanics

And opportunities for very few with the Berserker spirit

To actually engage in war

Instead the ancient warrior spirit rages

In their homes, their communities, on the road

In the bar when alcohol has unleashed their fury

Filled with the vengence, filled with the unsettled scores

Of their ancestors

The warrior looks to the outer world to confront the enemy

However the real battle, nowadays, is primarily internal

The Berserker must have a commander, an inner battle plan 

For the greatest battle of all is within, 

The mightiest warrior is the one who conquers themself

Who correctly identifies the Enemy, cunning and insidious

That has already breached the Ego gates to wreak havoc

In the heart and mind of the Ancient Warrior

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SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA TO ME

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SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA TO ME

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If an idea is a bad idea

I prefer to know it's a bad idea

Right away

Not after I have invested time and effort

Into the idea (which turned out to be bad)

This means I need to approach all my good ideas

With my mind open to the possibility

That this idea might really be a bad idea

That I might need to pull the plug right away

Not putting any more precious time and effort

Into something that will never pay off

As I had hoped

This frees me to come up with a new idea

Using what I have just learned to form a new theory

A new good idea to run up the flagpole

And see who salutes it.

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TESTIMONY

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TESTIMONY

The abuser may not know nor care

The identity of the victim or the specifics of the crime

But the victim knows every minute detail

Every lasting consequence to their health and mind

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CONFIDENCE

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CONFIDENCE

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Confidence really matters

It shines like the Sun in the sky

You may not be confident you will succeed

But you can be confident you will try

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GROUCH

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GROUCH

Chronic annoyance makes everything harder

It leaves our minds less free

To make healthy rational decisions

Or be who we want to be

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WHEN

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WHEN 

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She'll be coming round the mountain

She'll be coming round the bend

The mountain trail is so winding

She can never see the end

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Onward she will travel

Over hill and over dale

Sometimes friends walk with her

As she hikes along her trail

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There are many glorious beauties

There are dangers out there too

She must factor in the weather

She must make her footsteps true

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We each have our mountain trail

Sometimes our paths converge

Someday we'll reach the trail's end

Where all our paths will merge

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GREETINGS NEW DAY

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GREETINGS NEW DAY

Good morning trees

Good morning birds

Good morning critters

Good morning World

Good morning sea

Good morning sky

May our hearts fill with peace 

As the day drifts by

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HAND THEATER

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HAND THEATER

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I watch my hands

Carry out my plans

They move according to my will

I wear bracelets and rings 

To decorate the things

As I watch them act

Or be still.

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LOOK ALL AROUND

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LOOK ALL AROUND

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An obsession is just hyper-focus

It does not involve hocus pocus

Natural rules still apply

To Earth, sea and sky

Too much of anything might choke us

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