ETERNAL HOPE

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ETERNAL HOPE

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The statute of limitations never runs out on some crimes

They chase the wrongdoers down the corridors of time and power

Like a pack of savage shrieking hyenas, like a huge millstone

Rolling out the truth, crushing the wicked like grapes of wrath

Generation after generation hear the damned echoes from the past

The cries of the innocent can not be silenced by the evildoer

Forever

If we trace evil back to its very roots, it gets lost in the mists of time

We have had to develop a morality, create laws

To prevent the strong from crushing the weak

Under the heel of greed and corruption

Unhealed trauma is passed down like a curse

Healing is the only hope, individual healing

Healing as a society, healing as a planet

Denying the past happened the way it happened 

Will not fix anything, a pretty bandage of lies

Can never cover the stain of wickedness

Because the statute of limitations on exposing evil

Never runs out

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SHAPING THE INVISIBLE

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SHAPING THE INVISIBLE

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How we make decisions is a hidden process

Sometimes we don't even know ourselves

Why we decided this and not that

Out of the formless universe of infinite possibilities

We choose one - giving the invisble shapeless ether of existence

Shape and form, sequence and results

We are the sculptors of our realities

Our minds the wands, energy and cauldrons

We use to make something of substance and value

From raw unhewn time and infinite space

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SOME OF MY FRIENDS

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SOME OF MY FRIENDS

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Some of my friends are rectangular

Thick with pages covered in lively ideas

Always ready for an interesting chat

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Some of my friends are green, orange and yellow

They grow in fertile soil

Bringing me all the nutrients I need

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Some of my friends are invisible

They once lived here on earth

Now they watch me and cheer me on from the Mystery Beyond

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TALK TALK

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TALK TALK

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There are romance languages

And there is hate speech

Hate speech is a language used to prevent communication

Where no progress or understanding is possible 

Contemptuous, enraged, bigoted and judgmental

The Hate Speaker is coming from a land of zero self-awareness

Words are used as a weapon or electric barbed wire

Specifically to prevent any new, fresh, expanding ideas

From entering their closed mind

Which is like a boarded-up room that gets no air circulation

Everything stale and dank for years at a time

I don't understand hate speech, it sounds like squawking gibberish to me

So there is no point in trying to engage with the vituperative self-righteous

They are sleepwalkers dreaming that they are always right

Don't try to awaken them from their fantasy of moral superiority

It might be all they have going for them, poor empty bitter beings

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THE WELL OF INNER PEACE

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A WELL OF INNER PEACE

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One part of us experiences glee

When we handle something victoriously

The glee could be sports or our personal life

Something we master after much strife

The dark side of glee is getting clean away

With something shady in dark hues of grey

The glee of wrongdoing is hellish glee

But I don't wish that for you or me

Hellish glee is the path to ruin

Cause eventually we forget what we're even doing

Just acting out fears and rage

Hellish glee is a red hot cage

But the glee we feel when we succeed

Is a validation we all need

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Joy comes from a deeper place

The world can neither give nor erace

It comes from a garden of inner peace

Among flowers of gratitude this flow will not cease

When the world is indifferent or unkind

Your inner joy can calm your mind

Appreciative joy has no beginning and no end

To walk the path with joy as with a friend

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TALE OF A TAIL

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TALE OF A TAIL

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If I had a tail it would wag when I see you

Droop when you have to leave

Point straight back when I am focused

Curl up over my back when I feel cute

My tail would tuck between my legs when I am nervous

I could chase my tail for fun and philosophical insight

My tail would need colorful crocheted tail sleeves

And every morning I would put on tail bracelets

Tinkling with magical charms

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PRESTO CHANGO

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PRESTO CHANGO

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When I was a child, I desperately wanted to find

A real magical object - a leaf, a stone, a talking tree

That I could use to magically change my life

That would change me, too

Into the poised, popular child that fit in

I also secretly wanted God or somebody to smite those I resented

To manure the neighborhood with their blood and guts

Or smite them individually with lightning bolts from on high

I lacked spiritual guidance, but I found teachers to show me

That the magic, the power, is within me

In my clarity, my will, my mindful focus

And a desire to harm none

These days I spin my spells into a safety net for us

I sparkle my blessings and good will all over the place

Where I tra-la-la each day amid my impressive array of magical objects

While I know, sure as sunrise, that the power behind the magic

Is when we join together to will a better world for everyone

A magical transformation into the garden where all might find a place

At the table

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