CALM AND CENTERED

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CALM AND CENTERED

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When we are calm and centered

We have fewer accidents, make better decisions

Cut back on errors of inattention

When we are calm and centered

We see with greater clarity, spend time wisely

Look after our health and well being

Getting calm and centered is the trick

Keeping calm and centered is an even trickier trick

But CaC can become a habit 

If we practice practice practice everyday

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HAS BEAN

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HAS BEAN

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If we want to make a recipe with dried beans

We must buy the beans, sort through them for stones

Soak them over night and then cook them

Only then do we have the beans we need to eat

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Was this preparation time wasted? Futile?

Of course not

All those steps were necessary for the finished product

The same is true for the uncountable steps it took

To get here, now

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Regretting those steps is regretting the very nature of movement

Fruitful or futile those steps were needed

To get to the solid ground where you know with certainty

Because knowing something with certainty

With a united mind and heart

Is a very powerful place to stand

To see what is coming next.

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YOUR REAL NAME

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YOUR REAL NAME

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Remember when you were a child

Right before sleep

You would whisper a name

A name only you knew

A magical name?

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It existed before caves became buildings

The name grew on the Tree of Life

Plucked by a great angel

Spoken secretly to you at birth 

And will be given as a password

On the Four Watchtowers 

As you go to your dwelling place

Among the stars.

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ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL

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ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL

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Queen of Heaven, hear my prayers

We have problems, we have cares

We are worried the bad will win

The Dark Ages returning once again

Yet time will eventually reveal 

What the power mad try to conceal

That while one small voice might be weak

We are a deafening roar when we all speak

Though we might never get full restitution

We still have the Constitution

That sacred instrument is number one

And will lawfully prevail, when all this nonsense

Is done

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NAVIGATION

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NAVIGATION

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The flashes of light

Inside the pitch-black cave of my skull

Reveal everything

Yet explain nothing

Like snapshots of fleeing moments

I must interpret and integrate these pictures

Into a cohesive narrative

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They are all I have

To inform me

To remember my past

Plan my future

Orient myself each day

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No wonder I make mistakes

Blundering along

Trying to plot my course

By a fickle moon on a jet-black night

While dense oddly shaped clouds

Scud by, parting for a moment

When I can imagine I see

The path I must take

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BASHFUL

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BASHFUL

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Until humans become more intelligent, educated and rational

We will continue to settle our differences

By bashing each other with weapons we devise

Nobody wants to be bashed

But many people want to bash things

So, bashing it is

Until reason, empathy and common sense prevail

Sometime way way off in the future

If we don't bash our way into extinction first

With an out of control inner rage we must somehow control

First in our own hearts and minds

Then spreading out to the world, and whatever worlds we inhabit

When the light goes on in our mind to show the way to peace

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WONDERSTRUCK

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WONDERSTRUCK

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When we grow and learn new things

A better way

We encounter the temptation

To reconsider all our past decisions 

In the light of this new information

Information we did not have when we were making 

These decisions, some of which were obviously

Blunders of the first magnitude

This reconsideration is a huge mistake

To think we were fools back then

What we were was uninformed, naive

A babe in the woods

Wide-eyed, innocent, untutored

Inexperienced

So, while we learn, grow, renew our minds

We never critisize our younger selves

For being wonderstruck

By the overwhelming spectacle of life

Swirling rapidly around us, younger us

Unwise us, now growing in wisdom and that great gift of time

The power of discernment

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