SHOPPING TRIP

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SHOPPING TRIP

I went to the Thought Store

To get us some new thoughts

And stock up on the thoughts we use all the time

I wrestled my cart free from the tangle of carts

Because I like to make as few trips as possible

Right inside the automatic door

Was the Hope Department

I went a little overboard, but I wanted to get all the hopes

We could possibly use

Next I went to the Courage section

Got us a large economy size

Comfort and Peace was having a two for one sale

So I got us two huge fluffy bundles of that

I also stocked up on Strength and Motivation

Because you can't always get those

(Supply chain issues I imagine)

Finally I got us all the Self Care products we need

To keep us healthy and strong

And I grabbed a few packages of Mirth and Fun

At the checkout

Because life can't be all work and no play

I can't wait to show you all the wonderful, beautiful thoughts

I got us to enjoy together, each and every day.

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THE TRAGEDY OF ATOMS

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THE TRAGEDY OF ATOMS

To have a material form

To be composed of atoms

Is potentially tragic

Because once atoms become a Somebody

They don't easily become a Nobody again

The atoms cling together insisting on the form

That the guiding intelligence gave them

The tragedy of atoms

Is that they must eventually let go

Re-form, become something new

But what about the guiding intelligence

The blueprint, the program?

That is indestructible, e-ternal

Outside of time but inside of us.

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SOLDIER ON

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SOLDIER ON

There is no way to have a bullet proof heart 

That is still beating real feelings.

Therefore, you must beware

Your heart can end up as collateral damage

In a war someone you care about

Is having with an old flame that you don't know at all

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The war might be far away or long ago

But your heart can still be wounded

From the shrapnel flying around

Whistling around you from a fight

You had no part in and didn't even know

Was being waged over there.

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AGING

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AGING

It's what makes your hair turn silver white

Use the restroom during the night

Makes it hard to rise from chairs

Get off the floor or run up stairs.

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But like all of Nature's tricks

There are benefits if you keep your wits

Wisdom, patience and experience fill

The place youth's madness used to thrill.

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MAYBE

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MAYBE

Maybe UFO's are ghosts

From the planet that used to be here

Before the Earth was formed.

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CREEPY

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CREEPY 

Have you ever heard of the Creeping Crud?

Let me tell you, it's awful

One day the things you do are just fine

The next day they're unlawful

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We all have to keep a watchful eye

On what the politicos do

Lest they creep in with their ugly crud

That rises and swallows you

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STOREFRONT

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STOREFRONT 

Sometimes a business is bogus

Their real business is in the back

The storefront might sell phone cases

But that is all an act

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The backroom houses others

Committing criminal offenses

If you just innocently want a cell phone case

It is going to scramble your senses

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Some folks are like that store front

All sweetness and light in front

But the wickedness that is concealed

Is nothing that you want

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GLIMMER GLIMMER

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GLIMMER GLIMMER

When a relationship is starting to wear thin

We need those twin glimmers of hope:

That repairing the relationship has merit

And that I am the right person to attempt it

That I will do more good than harm

Sometimes we have said everything we have to say.

And done everything we're  going to do

We just get to the end

Then we can detach with kindness and peace 

In our hearts 

Knowing that we tried, gave it our best shot

But the necessary ingredients were just not there

When our glimmer goes out we pick up our

Bag of unused glimmers and move on down the road

Greeting others with their own glimmer bags

Which might resonate with our own light

And become the spark of connection that holds

Two sacred little suns orbiting each other 

Across the Universe of little lights blinking their message

Of love and hope, good will and peace of spirit

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A FAINT SCAR

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A FAINT SCAR

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Let the wounds heal

Let your natural healing process take over

Have faith, or at least hope

That you can recover

You can spin the straw of abuse and dysfunction

Into the gold of life lessons

Also called wisdom and inner strength

If you see the painful past as the raw material

To disassemble and reform

Into a dwelling of peace and happiness

A refuge from all the slings and arrows

Flying around, whistling past us

Because we have learned how to duck, hide

And stand our ground when necessary

Lessons we bravely learned and we now

Pass the course and graduate to the next level

Of our evolution and progression 

Stronger, wiser,  trickier

And maybe able to help others with these valuable insights

Into healing the wounds of their past.

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GENIUS

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GENIUS

I have re-injured myself

Demonstrating how

I injured myself in the first place

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THE ROSY FEELING OF HOPE

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THAT ROSY FEELING OF HOPE

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I like to get up early

Before Dawn

When the sky is still

Pitch black night

Then I drink coffee, watching and waiting

For the first hint of light

The first sign 

That this glorious, terrifying, wonder-filled Earth

Will have another day, another chance

Because nothing, nothing, is guaranteed 

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AN UNQUALIFIED GOD

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AN UNQUALIFIED GOD

If it was up to me

Every hungry lioness 

Desperate to feed her cubs

Would have a nice juicy gazelle

To give her babies

If it was up to me

Every graceful gazelle

Would graze the grasslands in safety

Bounding around without fear

Of attack

I would be an Unqualified God

Because this dream of well-fed lions

And safe gazelles bounding across the grasslands

Could never be reconciled or possible

In this complex heartbreaking model of Creation

We discovered once we left the Eden

Of the womb.

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THE HONK OF REGRET

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THE HONK OF REGRET

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A little flock of sins, transgressions, mistakes

And poor judgements

Follow us down the corridors of time

Honking like angry geese

Chasing us until age slows us down enough 

For them to catch up with us

Where they attack our thoughts and well-being

Nibbling away aggressively at our peace of mind

Physical health, financial stability

Those noisy geese remember every goof and gaffe

We must appease them, but how?

By feeding them forgiveness, redemption, kindness

Responsible behavior, healthy habits, prudent decisions

Feed them until they can migrate right out of your head

Leaving peace, quiet and clear blue skies

From then on

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SOJOURNER

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SOJOURNER

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If a problem can't be solved all at once

Perhaps it can be solved bit by bit

And if it can't be solved perfectly

Then an imperfect solution might fit

If nothing can be done on this day

Tomorrow might give us a way

Some things can't be tackled alone

Then ask others so you're not on your own

A mountain can be moved rock by rock

Don't be discouraged before you start

When we wake up we can say

"I am going to accomplish something today"

Because the journey of getting to your goal

Is the Golden Path for your questing Soul

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SKY NOT FALLING - NEWS AT 11

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SKY NOT FALLING, NEWS AT 11

There are going to be some big storms!

The hyped-up weather guy warns

But I don't get distraught

Cause as often than not

Something changes the way the squall forms 

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BOLT

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BOLT

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When our lighthouse turns into the Tower

Struck by lightning that makes our hearts cower

Our sense of purpose and direction is lost

Our ship drifting at sea, tempest tossed

We must first get our feet back on land

A place where our New Lighthouse will stand

This involves tremendous effort and change

And a lot of luck, some of it strange

Even if we are sad and alone 

We must put down a new foundation stone

We don't build this new lighthouse on sand

It must be strong to withstand

The sudden and cruel storms of life

It must guide us away from strife

When the Lighthouse becomes the Lightning Struck Tower

We will rebuild our new base of power 

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RICH INNER LIFE

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RICH INNER LIFE

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Information is everywhere

But wisdom comes from within

So check your inner treasury for wisdom

Before a new plan can begin

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We lay up our inner treasures

Where a thief cannot find and steal

Fortunes may rise and fortunes may fall

But our Treasury of Wisdom is real

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RUN RUN AWAY

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RUN RUN AWAY

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When you have been watched by a predator

Then you start to feel like prey

You want to get out of their sight line

So you can survive through the day

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You feel those cold eyes upon you 

Sizing you up as their meal

Before they can get any closer

Act on the warning you feel

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PALETTE OF THE INNER EYE

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PALETTE OF THE INNER EYE 

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There are no ordinary days

Each day is like a blank canvas

Waiting for our thoughts

Red, green, yellow, blue thoughts

To begin to swirl in our minds blending

Recombining, forming shapes

We have a new day! 

And the only limits are the imagination of the artist

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BENEDICTION FOR PROBLEMATIC FAMILY MEMBERS

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BENEDICTION FOR PROBLEMATIC FAMILY MEMBERS

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Bless them, bless them and keep them

But miles and miles away from me

I can wish them well in my thoughts

But not my immediate vicinity

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THE GREATEST ESCAPE

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THE GREATEST ESCAPE

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When our thoughts are the bars to our mental incarceration

Anything you can do to escape the prison of painful thoughts

Seems like a good idea 

Like using substances to float away into Oblivion

But no one can live on Oblivion, it is an illusion

When the fog of Oblivion lifts things are worse than they ever were

And we are still in prison, only the bars are thicker and stronger now

The bars must be cut, bit by bit, but how?

With the file of philosophy, smuggled in past the guards

Who only want to maintain the status quo

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Now, with philosophy and art, 

We painstakingly saw our way out of the rage cage

We knot positive thoughts together to form a rope

And carefully lower ourselves to Earth, solid ground

Then we are free to explore

The many rich possibilities of freedom.

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SKULLPUTER

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SKULLPUTER

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Every human brain must reboot

Our sanity for to keep

We must defragment our noggins

This is what we call sleep

So first thing when we wake up

And our brains are fresh and clear

Is the very best time to make up

The thoughts that bring us cheer

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BRANCH MANAGER

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BRANCH MANAGER

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It could be a pole, it could be a wand

It could be a bludgeon or cane

You can shake it at things

Or draw in the sand

Or use it to start a huge flame

In the eyes of wonder it could be a sword

Or a light saber gift from the stars

Oh a nice stick can be so many things

Once that nice stick is ours

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LAMP OF WISDOM

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LAMP OF WISDOM

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Finding the best solution

Among imperfect solutions

Is a super-power

Unintended consequences hang over every decision

Like the sword of Damocles

The Garden of the Knowledge of Good and Evil

Is so choked with the weeds of illusion, fakery and lies

It has become very hard to tell which are true and good

And which ones are bad and false

I must stick to the shining eternal Truths in my heart

The careful, informed Judgements in my mind

I must tune my inner ear to the voice that has always spoken to the Seeker

On the Path to the Source

Ancient truths are the lamp, the small circle of light on my path 

Through this very interesting and challenging modern life

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CONTAGIOUS

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CONTAGIOUS

There are corrupting influences

That must be avoided like a deadly disease

Lest we become infected with the corruption

Suffering life altering symptoms of despair

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Likewise there are uplifting influences

That must be sought out and embraced

So our mind might be aligned with

Our Higher purpose and the benefit of us all

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ORBITS

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ORBITS

You live in your world

As I live in mine

Each world different, mysterious, special

Perhaps eccentric or dangerous

Perhaps bursting with rich fertility

Hard to tell at first from this distance

Like planets we orbit our lives

Experiencing the tug of our gravities as we pass

So many of us, each so different

Because you are you-nique, as am I

Individuals all, in our infinite little

You-niverses

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DYNAMIC SCULPTURES

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DYNAMIC SCULPTURES

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An Invisible Mover set things in motion

We were not there as humans from the start

For some reason we were evolved/created

Perhaps we are some form of Art

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Eternity is the Artist's studio

Matter the colorful clay

Life includes joy and beauty

And an infinity of factors in play

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We must assign ourselves reasons

For the purposes why we exist

Being a dynamic art form

Is now added to my unique list

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