WHAT I ASSUME ABOUT YOU

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WHAT I ASSUME ABOUT YOU

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You are doing the best you can

When you learn how to do something better

You do it better

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You do things for a reason

Your reasons need only apply to you

I don't need to understand them

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You feel drawn to a higher purpose

Keeping your nose to the grindstone is practical

But adding to the good and kindness in the world

Is your real goal

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Art and nature are vitally important to you

On a daily basis

Music, paintings, forests and clouds

All draw your attention

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You think about the nature of reality

You live the examined life, the only game

Worth the candle

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RELAY

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RELAY

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The cup that quenches my thirst

For wisdom and knowledge

Will be tightly held during my entire life's journey

Until it falls to the path

For the next curious soul to wander by

And pick up

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MEDIAN

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MEDIAN

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Can there be an us without a them?

Do we just keep going or begin again?

There are so many questions but answers are few

What is right for me might be wrong for you

Can there be more directions than left or right?

Can problems be solved without a fight?

Perhaps the best path to be found 

Is to tolerate others but stand your ground.

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IF YOU EAT A PICKLE

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IF YOU EAT A PICKLE

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If you eat a pickle, or if you ate one yesterday

This affects me not at all

You can eat a pickle anytime anywhere

And my life will go on normally

Unless I have been brainwashed since birth

To think of pickles as evil, an abomination

Tools of Satan to lure unwary innocents

To the road to ruin

Then I will be offended if I see a pickle

I will be outraged if mention of pickles is within my hearing

I will judge pickle eaters as unworthy 

I will suspect my neighbor of secretly eating pickles

In the privacy of their home

And condemn anyone who stops in the pickle aisle

As minions of societal collapse. 

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TINY SEED

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TINY SEED

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Tiny seed

I wish you get a chance at life

Fall on fertile ground

Feel gentle rain, warm sun

Light breezes

I hope no hungry jaws

Careless footsteps

Droughts or floods

Hamper your growth

Tiny brave seedling

One day I hope you might

Reach for the sky.

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EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING

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EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING

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Somewhere between mercy and vengeance

Is the grey fogbank of indifference

The apathy that blots out the whole situation

The sharp sigh that cuts the tether

So we are free to drift off to new worlds

Of wonder

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GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT

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GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT

The Higher Self is the midwife that waits

To deliver the stricken lower self from the womb of obsession

To stand in the birth chamber of compulsion

And bring consciousness safely back into the light 

Heralding the rebirth of knowledge, inner strength and new purpose

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