A HISTORY OF MYSTERY

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A HISTORY OF MYSTERY

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What happens after we die?

Do we float up into the sky?

Does my personality dissolve like mist?

What happens after all of this?

Well, I don't rightly know

From a really long time ago

People have guessed and invented

The many possibilities that are presented

Some are scary and bad

They make us fearful and sad

So my very best advice

Is to go with something nice

Whatever would be a comfort

Since it's yours, it will be a good fit

A heaven that cures all our woes

A place where everyone knows

How to peacefully exist

Amid glowing clouds of bliss

So pick your heaven, it's free

It's whatever you want it to be

In the absence of anyone knowing

A magical forest is where I'm going

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MORNING ROUTINE

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MORNING ROUTINE

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Bathe yourself in moonlight

Wash your hair with stars

Brush your teeth with sunlight

But get dressed on Mars

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PRAYER WORKS

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PRAYER WORKS

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Prayer works, but perhaps not in the way one might think

It is possible the prayer travels to the one prayed for

Like an invisible helper or healer, possibly possibly

But it definitely works on the one who prays

Softening the hard places within

Moving mountains of stony feeling

The mountain in our path, the pebble in our shoe

Making a clear path forward to the Place of Peace

Where the slavering beasts of hurt, anger, fear, resentment

Must stay outside the platinum gates of the City of Mind

Where we can peacefully go about our business

Where the stream of life flows past flowered shores

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ALL FREE

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ALL FREE

Dawn flowed in while the moon was bright

Thus did the day embrace the night

They cooperate perfectly

The laws of nature working right

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I don't take it for granted the sun will rise

Dawn is a joy to me

Every day a precious gift

Compliments of the Galaxy

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MIRAGE

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MIRAGE

A heart as tender as moonlight

Can be turned to chilly stone

By the Medusa of lies and trickery

When fluttering trust has flown

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Thus we get older and wiser

All that glitters is not gold

Yet while we develop discernment

We remain upright brave and bold 

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Discernment and encouragement 

Guard our moonlit way

Warning us - don't follow a mirage too far

Until things are as clear as day

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GO ASK ALICE

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GO ASK ALICE

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Imagine brave Alice, a remarkable girl

Who suddenly found herself in a very strange world

The up was down, the good was bad

It was the weirdest experience

She ever had.

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In this new world, nothing made sense

The bizarre circumstances made Alice tense

Nothing familiar, nothing she could understand

Suddenly she was thrust into this very strange land

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All the characters that she met were very odd

She couldn't trust them or follow their lead

This is when Alice's clever mind

Developed a strategy, yes indeed

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She would make her own way through the Tulgey Wood

While a grinning cat gave her advice

She would find her way out as soon as she could

Because some Wonderland creatures aren't nice

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Stay on the path, trust in yourself

Gather a few allies

Because suddenly falling into a hole

Is bound to make one wise

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FOCUS

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FOCUS

Each living thing fights for survival

Nature has equipped each one

With ways and means to make it

But when all is said and done

Life marches on regardless

Time flows by right under our feet

Events are set in motion

It is up to each one to succeed

While history swirls around us

Filling many thick books on the shelf

The most vital concern at the moment

Is that you take good care of yourself

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