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SEARCHERS
I love to do word search puzzles
Recently something occurred to me
The exact word that I look for
Is the exact word that I see
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The letters are all in a jumble
Yet give me a word to find
Suddenly, I can see it!
A clever trick of my mind
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I wonder if life is like that
As we look around curiously
The exact things that we look for
Are the exact things that we see.
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DUH MANI PADME HUM
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No one knows less than a Mystic
They have no idea how things should be
They watch in wonder as things arrive
They watch in wonder as things leave
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A Mystic has no way of knowing
All the causes and reasons and whys
The Mystic vision will focus on
The Divine in every guise.
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GAMBLER
Life is like a Magic Casino
When we walk through the doors we discover
What assets we have to gamble with
There are so many tables, one armed bandits, wheels of fortune
We can hone our skills but chance is a big factor
Always with the knowledge that behind our cleverness
And the fickle finger of fate
The game is rigged, very slightly, in favor of the House
When we cash in our chips and leave the Magic Casino
Winning and losing ceases to have meaning
The real question becomes "Did you have fun?"
Did you roll with the good times, shrug off the losses?
Did you have the time of your life?
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UNFAIRNESS IS OUR ACHILLES HEEL
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Instead of fairness, Nature has balance
Only humans think about what is fair
Nature works within ecosystems
Maintaining balance among the components there
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If we're in a situation
Where things are obviously unfair
This might disrupt our inner balance
It can blow you off course, so beware
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As others jostle for the top spots
Fairness might not factor in at all
Then we must maintain our own inner balance
So we don't trip up, stumble and fall
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GOOD ENOUGH
We can eat out of a chipped bowl
With a spoon that is dented and bent
On a table with a slight wobble
We can still be quite content
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HOT AUGUST IN NEW ENGLAND
This will all be different in October
When the air is crisp and cool
The leaves turn orange and yellow
The season of ghosts and ghouls
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The clouds are different in October
Raveled shrouds across the moon
The coyotes howl in October
Singing "Winter will be here soon"
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THE POINT OF POINTLESSNESS
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When you realize something is pointless
At that exact point you are free
You have struggled and tried repeatedly
An exercise in futility
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We don't give up very easily
But at some point we clearly see
There's no point in bashing against that wall again
At that exact point we are free
