BOTH

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BOTH

When our Higher Selves make a decision

Our Lower Selves might not agree

We end up with an inner conflict

About the way things should be

We want to be our best version

At least that is the Higher Self's aim

The Lower Self wants carnal pleasures

And thinks hard work and effort a pain

We can't just be our Higher Selves

Our Lower Selves will put up a squawk

It is best to try and negotiate

Invite our Lower Selves in for a talk

While our Higher Selves want to be fit

And think strenuous exercise is dandy

Our Lower Selves just want to relax

Have fun and eat lots of candy

Our Lower Selves are like children

Their judgement is fickle and errant

Our Higher Selves must step up to the plate

As a kind but firm loving parent

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COUNTDOWN

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COUNTDOWN

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One Two Three Four

Make a list of those you adore

Five Six Seven Eight

Think of everyone, I can wait

Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

Is this the deepest you can delve?

Now look at the names and tell me this

Does your own name top the list?

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HALL OF MIRRORS

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THE HALL OF MIRRORS

Truth won't chase you

Through the corridors of self-deception

There is no exit in the maze of self-justifying thoughts

There is no way to stop the lava of inner rage 

From oozing down the sides of our moral high ground

Nor remove the blinders of opinion and conclusions

No, nothing can penetrate the ego's bastions

We must decide to dismantle them ourselves

Because we feel lonely and lost

There are many maps - teachings and good advice

When we are ready to escape

The Hall of Mirrors

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CLIMBING THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE TO SAVE A KITTEN

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CLIMBING THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE TO SAVE A KITTEN

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When the horror present in living existence

Is revealed to our innocent questioning minds

We can recoil from this knowledge

Insulate ourselves with diversions and pretty shiny things

We can immerse ourselves in play horror

Like children do to master powerful coping skills

Or

We can do our little part to try and reduce

The angry chaos, suffering and sorrow in our immediate area

Laying right in our paths

The knowledge of good and evil does not have to crush our spirits

It can turn us into Peace Warriors

Doing what we can, when we can

To make this world the Garden we all envision

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I LAND

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I LAND

The little boat started to sink

We floundered around in the drink

Swam til we can't swim any more

Waves washed us up on some shore

 

We lay hurt and played out in the sand

Until we gather the strength to stand

Take faltering steps away from strife

Moving into an unknown life

We begin our new life in the now

And remake a new life somehow

This time we have information and skills

And who knows what's just over those hills?

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AN OPINION IS A DOOR NAILED SHUT

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AN OPINION IS A DOOR NAILED SHUT

When we form an opinion

The opinion becomes the filter through which we view the world

We like something because it agrees with our opinion

We dislike something because it disagrees with our opinion

An opinion is a disadvantage to learning and growth

An opinion is a done deal

But a theory is open to revision

Open to modification and welcomes

New information

An opinion wants to argue because it threatens

The identity of the opinionated one

A theory is open to revision

Welcomes new information

A theory can be based on the same feelings as an opinion

But without the hard cutting edge of rejection

A theory expands and includes

An opinion closes off and excludes

So a theory is far superior to an opinion

At least, that is my theory.

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CUP OF WISDOM

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CUP OF WISDOM

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You will fill your cup

Your empty cup

With the wonderful things

You deserve

And sweeten your cup

If the contents grow bitter

With your kindness and tenderness

Flowing like nature's wild honey

To soothe and heal what life made raw

The fire of knowledge will warm your cup

When the contents grow cold

And give your silver age a golden glow

Your steady hand will hold this blessing cup

To lovingly bring it to your lips

Because your cup holds magic and eternity

Filled with swirling stars to nourish you

Within the Universe of Forever

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