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YOUR REAL NAME
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Remember when you were a child
Right before sleep
You would whisper a name
A name only you knew
A magical name?
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It existed before caves became buildings
The name grew on the Tree of Life
Plucked by a great angel
Spoken secretly to you at birth
And will be given as a password
On the Four Watchtowers
As you go to your dwelling place
Among the stars.
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ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL
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Queen of Heaven, hear my prayers
We have problems, we have cares
We are worried the bad will win
The Dark Ages returning once again
Yet time will eventually reveal
What the power mad try to conceal
That while one small voice might be weak
We are a deafening roar when we all speak
Though we might never get full restitution
We still have the Constitution
That sacred instrument is number one
And will lawfully prevail, when all this nonsense
Is done
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BASHFUL
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Until humans become more intelligent, educated and rational
We will continue to settle our differences
By bashing each other with weapons we devise
Nobody wants to be bashed
But many people want to bash things
So, bashing it is
Until reason, empathy and common sense prevail
Sometime way way off in the future
If we don't bash our way into extinction first
With an out of control inner rage we must somehow control
First in our own hearts and minds
Then spreading out to the world, and whatever worlds we inhabit
When the light goes on in our mind to show the way to peace
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WONDERSTRUCK
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When we grow and learn new things
A better way
We encounter the temptation
To reconsider all our past decisions
In the light of this new information
Information we did not have when we were making
These decisions, some of which were obviously
Blunders of the first magnitude
This reconsideration is a huge mistake
To think we were fools back then
What we were was uninformed, naive
A babe in the woods
Wide-eyed, innocent, untutored
Inexperienced
So, while we learn, grow, renew our minds
We never critisize our younger selves
For being wonderstruck
By the overwhelming spectacle of life
Swirling rapidly around us, younger us
Unwise us, now growing in wisdom and that great gift of time
The power of discernment
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ONE NEVER KNOWS, DO ONE?
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There is an element of doubt in many situations
Because there is always another way of looking at something
With a different explanation
If it is an article of faith, then there is no reason to keep seeking
If we are unsatisfied with only that belief framework
We can choose facts, science, news, research
Which changes year by year, sometimes day by day
Plus, we must have faith in our information sources
Knowing that perfection is unattainable by human minds
What it is, what it was, what it will be
Are the Cosmic Jugglers spheres of chance
Always moving, in constant play, hidden behind the
Seven Veils of Wisdom is Naked Truth
Which our eyes are not ready to see yet
Yet we sense it is there in our very bones.
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