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CONDITIONS FOR SUCCESS
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We must be ready for success
Hydrated, centered, lots of rest
Eating healthy, feeling frisky
Avoiding investments that are risky
You most certainly can succeed
When you become the "you" you need
Once you are in training you can win
Is today the day that you begin?
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RECIPE FOR A NOMAD
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Once your goose is cooked
Serve it smothered in gray, lumpy self-pity
With a flaming hot side dish of blaming others
Serve this morning, noon, and night
Until you are heartily sick of this meal
Then you begin to forage for something with nutrition
And leave the sackcloth and ashes
To blow away in the winds of change
Which never let up and sculpt our landscape wonderfully
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SPRUTAN
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We can't re-do the past
Nor can we pre-do the future
We hold only this moment
In the palm of our hands
A seed we can tenderly nurture
Until it grows and grows
Into a mighty tree whose branches
Reach to the stars
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NIGHT TRIP
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Without a worry, without a care
I rose and floated in the air
I zoomed out into outer space
No helmet needed for my face
I whizzed by planets, I circled stars
I walked around on mysterious Mars
I spun and twirled utterly free
Until my alarm clock awakened me
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MY FELLOW AMERICANS
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How does patriotism
That swelling affection for one's homeland
How does that become hatriotism?
That destructive rage towards those who have different ideas
This is a case of love turning sour, curdling, poisonous
We need to know when patriotism goes bad
Here are some signs:
Are you speaking to your fellow countrypersons
Or speaking to the enemy?
Are your words and actions aimed to increase understanding
So we can stand on common ground
Or do you merely want to shut the Other Side down
Silence them, drive them off with stones and curses?
We all acknowledge there are differences among people
These differences can not be irreconcilable
All our ideas are thrown into the melting pot
And can produce a great benefit to progress
If we can stop chucking rocks like enraged primates
We, who love liberty, free speech, equality under the law
Being the land of progress
Must make progress our goal
We are the shining city on the hill that all look up to
The hope of the future, the healing of the past
The motto "Love one another" goes double in times
Like these
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SYSTEMS
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Systems are the worn paths
We use to navigate our days
We must invent new systems
If we want to change our ways
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The tried and false solutions
We leave by the side of the road
Our new, better ideas
Will actually lighten our load
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Get rid of excess baggage
Like the regrettable parts of our past
Our eyes are on the future
And the solutions that will last
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THE HIGH ROAD
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It is one thing to be lost in the woods
To become disoriented in time and direction
Get turned around somehow and lose sight
Of the Path
Wandering around in circles as day slowly fades to dusk
There are tricks savvy travelers can use to find their way
The position of the sun or stars, marking trees
To avoid wandering around in circles
Being lost in the woods is scary but not as scary
As being lost in one's own mind
When all the familiar thought paths seem to shift or even blank out
You can get confused about what you are doing next
Or recalling what you just did
Anyone can get lost, wander off the path
This moment is the nexus with your next destination
So stop, figure out a good orderly direction
You might need help, either cosmic or a fellow human
Move forward carefully, feeling your way
Until you see a light in the fog of confusion
That light is held by your higher self to guide you
Back to warmth and safety once again
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