THE GIFT

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THE GIFT

If a guru offers you a gift 

Don't accept it

Unless you are prepared for everything to change

If your hands reach out and you accept the gift

The valuable, unique, mysterious gift

You naturally bring the gift back to your home

Set it down gently and reverently 

To admire it in its new location

Dazzling rainbow lights beam out from the gift

Filling your eyes with glory

Suddenly the room looks drab 

Your perspective changes, you instantly see

How much there is to be done

Who you need to be to own such a gift

Perhaps a guru someday, and you can give this gift

To some new unsuspecting soul who will be delighted 

At first

So stop and think before you accept the guru's gift

Because bit by bit, hour by hour

Everything will change, rise, unshackle itself

From the mundane world you see now.

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DAPPLE MAP

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DAPPLE MAP

The patterns of sunlight and shadow

Move across my floor

Until night glides in on slate blue wings

Then they are visible no more

The patterns of hopes and discouragements

Moves across my mind

Until sleep moves in on silent wings

And I leave consciousness behind

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THE MYSTERY

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THE MYSTERY

At the bottom of the rabbit hole

Is another rabbit hole

Oh yes

It is rabbit holes all the way down

But no matter how many we might explore

No rabbit will ever be found

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CENTER

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CENTER

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Where is the center of the Universe?

Right where you are is the center of the Universe

How can this be? you ask

How can there be billions of centers of the Universe?

Heisenberg or Schrödinger might provide an explanation

Perhaps Einstein could write out an equation

Until then you will just have to be the Center of the Universe

Without credentials or proof

Except for that tiny place in the corner of your mind

Which knows exactly who you actually are.

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THE MAD HATERS

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THE MAD HATERS

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The Mad Haters can't be reasoned with

The Hatefields and the Malfoys will fight without ceasing

They are a tribe from the Hell-With-These islands

Notable for their belligerent ignorance and violent tempers

Can they be soothed into pleasant compliance?

Can we convince them to try reasonable negotiations?

No.

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LAST RESULT

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LAST RESORT

When we have a lot of considerations to consider

In a complex, convoluted, confusing situation

And every plan ends in "Yes, but ..."

When we are dumbfounded and spinning in circles

There is always the Last Resort

To ask the Universe for help

A solution, a clear path, a guiding star

The right person with the right word at the right time

The Universe responds to a cry from the heart

So once you send out the requerst for help

Watch for a sign

Prepare yourself to accept the gift of what

The Universe might offer you, in whatever form that takes

Because our tiny voices are made enormous by a heartfelt

Request for guidance.

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DRIVEN

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DRIVEN

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There are people who want nothing more than to explore caves

Or arduously climb to a mountain top, 

Dive to the bottom of the sea, walk on the moon

Make useful robots or go faster than light

As much as any other urgent requirement

We have the compulsion to explore

As basic as the need for food or shelter

Or the necessary skills for our survival

But caving, diving, blasting off, or climbing

Do not promote the individual's survival

It only works for humanity's survival

In the long run

We not only live for ourselves but for the good of everyone

To come in the future

They can build on these discoveries

Thanks to those who must explore, expand, invent and know.

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