SUPPLY

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SUPPLY

A farmer can sell you a carrot

A fishmonger can sell you a cod

A bookseller can sell you scriptures

But no one can sell you God

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A cobbler can make you new shoes

A vet can treat your pet's fleas

A newspaper sells you the news

Yet no one can give your heart peace

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Where do we get the ideas and attitudes

We all need to thrive

We need hope and strength

For as long as we are alive

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We can get the good qualities we need

To help us achieve our worthy ends

From the information we ingest

And the support of a few good friends

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COLLABORATION

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COLLABORATION

When I was a child, I used to think there were "grown ups"

Who could handle everything in a wise and powerful way

Being a "grown up" was where I was headed

Getting closer each year to the magical transformation

Where my all powerful "grown up" self would emerge

While I have developed a "grown up" aspect of myself

My freckle-faced skinned-knee inner child 

Is very much alive and well

Endlessly fearful and joyous in turns

Both are options but neither is completely in control

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BAG OF TRICKS

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BAG OF TRICKS

Pack your bag, we're going on a trip

To somewhere you have never been before

A place of mystery and adventure, possibilities

We are going to Today, taking the Now to get there

Pack a few essential items like strength, mindfulness

Enthusiasm (if that was too hard to get substitue an open mind)

Purpose and serenity

This is your personal bag of tricks so customize it with what you need

To carry you through Today

Your passport is willingness

No matter how many fickle tricks kick in

You are prepared and trickier

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TURN THE PAGE

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TURN THE PAGE

It is pointless to speculate

Why they act that way

Where they went 

Why they made the decisions they did

But one thing you can be sure of

It has almost nothing to do with anything

You said, did, or did not do

Had or did not have

Our entire personalities are the result

Of uncountable ingredients mixed in unique proportions

Bringing a myriad of inner forces into play

This has written their inner script

While you might have been chapters in the same book

You both were never actually on the same page

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EDEN

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EDEN

Simultaneous with the world we live in now

Is the inner world of our imaginations

In our imaginary worlds we can see peace

Instead of the fickle turmoil on the news

We can see abundance, harmony and safetly

Where each person is like a beautiful unique flower

In a garden of splendor

Where clear streams flow bringing the water of life

To the lush foliage, the animals and the forest

Where fruit trees branches bow almost to the fertile earth

Weighed down by the abundance of their harvest

Where all are kind to each other

Where the very air is scented with calm, ease and serenity

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LURKING

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LURKING

When we wake up in the morning

We have a rough outline for the day

But the details, where the devil is

Has yet to be filled in

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A SIGN

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A SIGN

The universe, so vast, cold and mostly inhospitable

To little warm blooded humans

Who need water, gravity, air and food

The same process that has been going on

For billions of years

Created galaxies uncounted

This cauldron of titanic forces has managed 

To put a perfectly ripe avocado in my waiting hand

This very morning

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