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BREAKING NEWS
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Here is the news from the Multiverse
Things could be better, things could be worse
A path appears, then it's gone
The mindful timeline you are on
Grab the wheel, hold the reins
Steer your thoughts towards goals and gains
You can create what your mind's eye sees
The Master of your reality
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YOUR NEIGHBOR IN HADES
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He mows his lawn with an assault rifle
She dries her underwear in the salad spinner
They throw pinecones at the squirrels
And have cold beer for dinner
Hell is other people
We know karma to be true
So in life be respectful of others
Lest the Bickersons move in next to you
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CHILL BLAMES
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I read the paper, I watch the news
Hoping and wishing the Strait of Hormuz
Soon opens wide after all this moil
So this winter I can afford heating oil
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SPECK IN THE DISTANCE
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A crazy old baboon
Climbed up the tallest tree
Declared himself king of it all
Ruler of all he could see
Hardly anyone listened
To what he had to say
Then a mighty eagle swooped down
Carried him clean away
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(IN) TANGIBLE
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Give me a pencil! Give me paper!
Before my thoughts dissolve like vapor
Thoughts float around like waking dreams
Running a program behind the scenes
I don't know what I'm thinking about
Til I write thoughts down. then I find out.
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MID-ME-DLE
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There's a lunatic fringe on the left
There's a lunatic fringe on the right
You can tell who they are
Because they are eager to start a big fight
They feel they have been wronged
That the other side is to blame
They hurl threats and insults
They call each other bad names
For all of us in the middle
Those capable of sensible compromise
We want the fences mended
We heed the words of the wise
For the sake of our blood pressures
We need to live and let live
The lunatic fringe demands change
With all take and no give
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FREE FLOATING RESENTMENT
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If you put on an itchy sweater in your bedroom
You would feel itchy
If you walked to the kitchen, you would still be itchy
The living room - itchy
The front stoop - itchy
Because the problem is not the bedroom, nor the kitchen
Living room or stoop
The problem is the itchy sweater
Knitted from the yarn of abuse and neglect
Until you remove the itchy sweater
The problem will persist
Resentment is like that maddeningly itchy sweater
If you are in a relationship - resentment appears
If you are alone - resentment
Unemployed - resentment, employed - resentment
Free floating resentment will attach itself like a leech
To whatever situation presents itself
The problem is always the resentment
There is only one cure for this resentment
Humility
Humility is the realization that nothing is perfect
No one is perfect, no situation is ideal
These imperfections are a fact of life
Humility recognizes that perfection is impossible
But we can do our best to have a good attitude
Make our lives better any small ways we can
Humility is recognizing that the resentment is within us
And that is where resentment must be neutralized
With humility
The path of humility is the path of peace
The only path out of suffering when we journey into the calm optimism
Of the humble explorer on a new day
