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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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