HALT! WHO GOES THERE?

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HALT, WHO GOES THERE?

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There is a gate

Where we meet Eternity

Where hope, strength, peace and clarity can enter

The mighty city, teeming with life

That is you

We are all mighty cities, complex, active

Running day and night - the city that never stops

The city gate lets in the things we need to thrive

Unwanted visitors like compulsions and obsessions

Are escorted to the gate, sometimes kicking and screaming

The negative and unhealthy are trespassers in a kingdom 

That is a gleaming city on a hill

Dynamic, efficient, vibrant - our bodily functions

Are monitored and watched for any troublemakers

We each have this Gate where Eternity meets 

The Golden moment of Now

Feel where the breath enters and leaves your body

That place is the vital check point

Where goodness and mercy can be inhaled

Where frustration and sadness can be exhaled with a sigh

You are the gatekeeper; you decide what will pass through

Your inner guards escorting the unruly out  

A City of Peace with Watchmen on the towers

And an Angel guarding the gates with the sword of justice.

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GOLDILOCKS ZONE

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GOLDILOCKS ZONE

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Hell can be too hot

Hell can be too cold

But hell is never "just right"

So when you are trying to steer clear of hell

Type "Just Right" in your inner GPS

That is the goal, moderation, the middle

To avoid the hellish extremes our egos relish

But our spiritual guides want us to avoid

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LOOKEE THAR!

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LOOKEE THAR!

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Once in a while we stray from our path

That is when we can get lost

We see something shiny way over yonder

And go for it, not considering the cost

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It might be gold, it might be a mirage, 

It might be some kind of trap

Pay close attention when you step off the path

So you can find your way back

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SEASONED OBSERVER

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THE SEASONED OBSERVER

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Footprints in the snow

Who was it, where did they go?

They might have passed by here often, on their busy way

But only the pure snow surface

Shows they were here today

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Wind blowing across the snowy field

Making snow devils, wild and bold

Wind that is usually unobserved

Until the powdery snow and cold

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There are many invisible things around us

As we hurry on our way

Pause, stay open and watchful

To what might manifest today

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GRAND UNIFIED THEORY

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GRAND UNIFIED THEORY

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There is only one "now"

We are all together there

Everything we can think or do

Everyone and everywhere

Is now

Let us synchronize watches

We are together anyhow

Moving always and forever

On the undeniable path of now

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MY FIRST ROBOT

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MY FIRST ROBOT

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I am going to name my first robot

 Agamemnon

So, when it is hot weather, I can say

 "Agamemnon, put the fan on,"

The robot will have a face of gold

And do exactly what it's told

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HECKLE AND JACKAL

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HECKLE AND JACKAL

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Resentment and Self-Pity are jackals

That want to feast on your life

They lope along beside you

Howling of their blame and strife

Call your inner dragon of courage

To drive the Jackals of Self Pity away

Self Pity and Blame are diseases

That sap the valor from your day

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