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RESCUE MISSION
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Sometimes we have to revisit hell
Back to the flames and pain
To feel for the little trembling hand
Our younger selves we must regain
And guide that poor child out of the past
Bring them into the Now to see
That the child can live in comfort and peace
Forever safe, protected and free
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POLITICIAN VS. STATESMAN
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When a politician has dreams and aspirations
What are they?
Do they dream and aspire to move the country forward
Relieve suffering, find better solutions?
Or do they dream and aspire
To gain personal power, receive money over and under
The table, sell their policies to the highest bidder?
We can not know which dreams and aspirations
A politician is motivated by
But we can see what they do, how they act
Who their allies are
Then we can vote accordingly
Because we have dreams and aspirations too
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WHY WHY
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The question I have learned never to ask is why
When it comes to human behavior
There are too many reasons why
Or no good reason, or too many variables
To find out why
Why did I act like that? Why were they so cruel?
What answer would satisfy me or have any soothing effect at all?
We humans act first and ask questions later
If we ask any questions at all
We can speculate, pontificate, obfuscate
But in the end we will never get the answer to "Why?"
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REFERRAL
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If you want to learn how to fix a car
You can go to Auto Repair School
If you want to learn how to play golf
You take golf lessons from a pro
But if you want to repair a mangled heart
Damaged self-esteem, hopes that have dimmed
You will need a Specialist
You need to go right to The Source
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SCULLERY
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I wish I had a personal staff
To scurry from the scullery
Readying things for me
Before my feet touch the floor
And then scurry around behind me
Straightening out my messes
As I whirl like a princess or movie star
In a cocktail gown
Though my day
But I do not have a personal staff
The best I can do is set things up
For myself, later on and tomorrow
I thank the earlier me for making the life of the
Current me easier.
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QUANTUM MINDFULNESS
Where does a belief exist?
It is not on a mountain top
Or at the bottom of the sea
A belief exists in the mind of the believer
It is only there, within that mind
That a belief can ever be changed, modified
Or completely discarded
How do we pull back the veil and take a look
At these beliefs?
By watching our actions, our priorities
Our attractions
Under the bright sun of observation
Beliefs which are obviously not working
For us are working against us
And might need to be replaced.
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THE TRICK
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From the moment we are born
Until the moment of our departure
From this mortal plane
We have to be somewhere doing something
The Trick is to figure out where we want to be
And what we want to be doing there
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BUGGY
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I often think about the Buggy Whip King
The guy who made his living making buggy whips
At one time everyone who had a buggy also had a buggy whip
Buggy whips were they Buggy Whip King's life, his bread and butter
His sole gainful occupation, he employed others to meet the demand
His father made buggy whips and his father's father
A skill passed on through generations
Every morning the Buggy Whip King would read the paper
Over breakfast, before he set off to work
Jaunty and prosperous
To his buggy whip factory
He read the paper, bird song floating through the lace curtains
Merely glancing at a small article about an inventor in far away Detroit
Named Henry Ford.
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FLIGHT OF THE WHITE LIGHT
If right makes might
Does might make right?
What about sight?
We need light for sight
To make darkness take flight
And set everything right
A pleasing invite
Thus avoiding fight or flight
Or struggling mightily day and night
So I don't know if might makes right
Or right makes might
But I will know when light
Illuminates what is right
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UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES
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George Washington, the Father of our country
Freed his slaves in his will
When the loss of work income and wealth in slaves
Could not impact him
He had no biological children
He appeared to protect Martha
From this loss also
By specifying the slaves only be freed
Upon Martha's death
He died, his conscience soothed by the thought
He had protected his wealth and
Maintained the status quo for his wife
But ultimately did the right thing and gave the slaves
Their freedom
(Upon Martha's demise)
But what he really did was give slaves
Desperate for freedom
The desire for Martha's immediate death
Put that thought in the forefront of the slave's minds
And put the mortal fear in Martha that the slaves now had
A very powerful motive to kill her
A year later she signed manumission papers
For all George's slaves
So she could sleep at night
In her nightgown and bedcap
Without thinking every creaking floorboard
Was someone coming to slit her throat.
Did she think about what he did
The terrifying situation he put her in
As his final act in this world?
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HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD
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In the morning I look up at the sky
It is not filled with UFO's
Swooping in to take over the world
Just a clear sky tinted with rose
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In the morning I look out the window
Glad for what I don't see
Hordes of shuffling moaning Zombies
Moving slowly towards juicy-brained me
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No Bigfoot coming out of the woods
No Vampires rise from their graves
No Mole People tunneling up through the earth
No Robot Monsters lurking in caves
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The Creature from the Black Lagoon
The Blob from Outer Space
The Werewolves showing their big white teeth
The Thing with the morphing face
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The old horror movies gave me a glimpse
Of a world gone crazily mad
But there are no monsters outside my window today
And for that I am gratefully glad.
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GEE - P.S.
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When your path is blocked
By fallen trees and rocks
Or Crazy People who put up roadblocks
Or raging random fires, furious flash floods
Snakes and startled scorpions slithering out of the woods
When your pretty path becomes impossibly impassable
There is nothing to more say
Except turn around carefully and try to find
Another way
Or wait however long on the edgy edge
Hoping someone will come along and fix it.
We must make a plan, all the while knowing
Something might come along and nix it.
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FINDING OUT
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There is vital information on the Internet
In books, stored in someone's head
Maybe even floating around in the Akashic records
The trick is to figure out a way
To seek out this information, for research
Thus learning new things each day
Is essential for our survival, growth and success
To escape our current limitations
And, bit by bit, figure out our course of action
The way out of whatever tight place
We might find ourselves cornered in
At the moment
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THE TRUTH OF REALITY
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The truth of reality is like the Sun
Casting a bright, clinical light on everything
Making navigation, detail work and evaluation
Easier because we can see quite clearly
What needs to be addressed, mended, discarded
The truth of reality is like the Sun
Our limited human gaze can barely glance
Directly at that celestial burning bush
Lest we go blind with terror and splendor
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NO TWO DAYS
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Somedays I am helium
Somedays I am lead
Somedays I am cake
Somedays I am bread
Somedays I'm a puddle
Somedays I'm the sea
Somedays I'm a stranger
Somedays I am me.
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MANIPULATION
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Don't let Emergency Psychology throw you off balance.
Be prepared for someone to run around screaming
"The sky is falling!"
"The wolf is at the door!"
"Pay my bail!"
They are saying "You must immediately give me money
To stave off my current disaster."
A disaster many years in the making
Or even a created disaster to panic you into
Handing over money and resources
The truth is, the faster you are urged to act
The more you need to slow down and think
What if I wasn't here to fix this for them?
If they handled the situation themselves
They would learn some important life lessons
Develop coping skills, plan ahead
Instead of just making their problem
My problem
In the long run, you are doing them a favor
Not doing them this favor
But encouraging them to figure things out
So the next time they have some inner resources
To draw from.
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THE BEACON OF LOVINGKINDNESS
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The Path out of suffering
Is not more suffering
The Path out of suffering is kindness
The Path out of illusion
Is not new illusions
Only Sight can eliminate blindness
So study and learn and carefully observe
What precisely is disrupting your peace
Bit by bit, moment by moment
The grip of suffering can be released
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LIFE ALERT FOR LUCIFER
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The Angel has fallen
And can't get up
What do we do?
Whatever can we do now?
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DANCE OF INFINITE VEILS
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If we knew with absolute certainty
There was no one last final veil
But that the veils go on and on
Forever and ever
Ad infinitum, ad nausea, ad inargute
Would we still keep whisking the veils away
As fast as humanly possible
From the naked form of the Truth?
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THOUGHTS
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Sometimes. when we respond to a situation
With panic, fear, worry or dread
It is because we are not responding to the situation
We are responding to our THOUGHTS
About the situation
Which is an important distinction
Because our thoughts can encompass
Every possible negative outcome
And even some nearly impossible negative outcomes
While the situation itself rarely
If ever
Ends with every possible disastrous outcome
Occurring at once
Or at all, except in our fevered
THOUGHTS
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HIS FAULT
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Oh how she wanted to blame him
For everything
To connect the dots in such a way
That they draw a glaring arrow of blame
Pointing right at him
Every unfortunate turn of events
His fault
Every breakdown of healthy communication
His fault
Debt, unhappiness, running out of toothpaste
His fault
Because he could have, he would have, he should have
But he didn't
So it was all his fault
Which is most unfortunate
Because without objective review
We don't see our own big glaring weaknesses
Much less attempt to fix them
She is moving on from Mr. Awful
With all her character defects intact
Unchallenged
Because she insists it was all
His fault
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INNER RESOURCES
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Your thoughts are your servants
Not your boss
So if a thought isn't working
Give it a toss
Interview some new thoughts to see
Which ones make you feel calm and free.
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DANGER TANGO
We don't have to kill ourselves
All at once
We can do it bit by bit
Like burn all our art in frustration
Or engineer a big financial hit
Do something so heinous
Society pushes us aside
Let an addiction get worse and worse
Until all hope has died
Drive drunk like a maniac, gain 500 pounds
Smoke while using an oxygen tank
Play with guns or bombs
Death has a weird fascination
As we watch daredevil stunts
And there is always time to turn things around
If we don't die all at once.
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TRIP TRAP
Don't book a cruise on a sinking ship
Or check into a hotel that's on fire
Nowheresville is a trip you should skip
Turn around if you glimpse Hellfire
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PRECAUTIONS
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While she was asleep someone tried all her doors
Which she had prudently locked
He tried to look in her windows
But her curtains had them blocked
He looked in her car for something to steal
But the car was empty and clean
So the serial killer moved on to easier prey
And her home was not a crime scene
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MAYBE YES MAYBE NO
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If I approach a situation with preconceived notions
I limit my ability to spontaneously respond
If I go into a situation with an open mind
I can choose to keep going mindfully
Or see it is not worth the effort and abscond
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ROAD RAGERS
The Fiat was in a tearing rush
Passing cars left and right
It blew right past a Mercedes Benz
Who jumped in for a fight
They flew down the road neck and neck
Weaving out and in
The normal traffic drove safely
They weren't trying to "win"
The ragers passed car after car
Both were stopped by the light
Cursing and swearing the hotheads revved
Their engines, both were hyped
When the light changed they peeled off
The gestures were obscene
The lane opened up and the Fiat took off
Never again to be seen
The Mercedes was furious the Fiat prevailed
They cursed their rotten luck
Hit the gas, crossed the double yellow line
Went head on into a truck
The Fiat got home, the driver had a nice meal
Thus the tale of his road rage ends
Three weeks in the hospital for the Mercedes guy
Visited by family and friends
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
Sometimes we just turn the page
Life is a gamble and your life is the bet
When you can't control road rage
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MATURITY
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When your playmates are now inmates
And the things you did for fun are all banned
You have entered the zone called Reality
You are exiting Never-Never Land
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SEEK WISDOM
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Lesson learned, it is what it is
We can't go back to our past
But we can clutch Wisdom to our hearts
Because only wisdom lasts
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We gather rosebuds while we may
But eventually they fade
Only Wisdom remains in the end
Like a fossil from the Naive Age
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Wisdom can be written down
Wisdom can be shared
Others may benefit from our mis-steps
They might be better prepared
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If your burden is sad or heavy
If the situation is not clear
Seek Wisdom, my Friend, seek wisdom
That has been passed down through the years
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