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CHOREOGRAPHY
When Kermit the Frog dances
His arms flop from side to side
I can't do it like he does it
I know because I've tried
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When the Maasai dance
They jump way up in the air
I can do the pogo
But not with their lofty flair
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When the tree branches dance
They sway with every breeze
To the rhythm of the Earth's sweet breath
I can do that dance with ease
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When the Universe dances
It swirls around with me
We spin the light fantastic
On the dance floor of eternity
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ONE
One prayer is the same as a thousand prayers
If it comes from a place of sincerity
One thought is better than a thousand thoughts
If the one thought is focused clarity
One kind act can tip the scale
To improve a tough situation
One change in a way of habit can be
The first step on the road to salvation
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THE RECOGNIZER
Almost anything around you
You can point to and name
There is a part of our brain, seemingly present at birth
That recognizes objects
We help children develop their Recognizer by naming objects
See the dog, that's a chair, throw the ball
Usually our Recognizer is correct
(Though occasionally it can be wrong)
Resulting in humor or perplexity
The Recognizer works tirelessly to make our world
Sensible, understandable, manageable
If we can define a situation we can use our Recognizer
To categorize the situation, give those involved a name
The Flake, The Borrower, The Bully, The Inconsiderate
We can put policies in place to handle them
Often this is done automatically
We can also do this intentionally
If a situation is baffling or confusing
The first step is framing the situation in words
This might suggest a solution, map out a course of action
This is how wisdom is accumulated, drop by drop
Each new experience contains a jewel of knowledge
A treasure of insight on how to manage our journey
Successfully
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BLEEP BLEEP
There are many ways we can ease on down the road
Drunk, distracted, defensive, daredevil
But there is a way drive with compassionate imagination
That older woman driving infuriatingly slow
She might have just lost her husband
For 54 years he drove her to the store
Now she must go it alone and she is trying to adjust
To her new reality in her new bifocal glasses and her old car
That young man in a beat up truck, barreling past you on the wrong side of the road
Throwing up gravel from the shoulder
He could have just been notified his second grade child fell
And has been taken to the hospital
That distracted driver might be reeling from test results
That could mean a devastating diagnosis
There will always be wonky drivers, unsure and uninsured
Unlicensed and uncooperative
The entitled inconsiderate selfish egomaniacs with the situational awareness of a thumbtack
But instead of becoming miffed at them, raising your blood pressure
Into the danger zone
You could engage in creatively inventing a dramatic backstory
To explain bad driving, lapses in judgement, screwball behavior
Besides, who among us has never taken a wrong turn, misjudged the distance
Or inconvenienced another driver?
Let he who is without a traffic error
Throw the first lugnut
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UNBROKEN CIRCLE
As long as I have my marbles
I plan to stay in the game
My thumb is on my Shooter
Waiting for my turn
Some rounds my skills bring victory
Yet I also lose a few
I gather my marbles for future use
When the game is through
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GUSTY
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The wind breezed by today
Gusting like it wanted to play
It tipped over my potted plants
Made the oak leaves whisper and dance
Sent yellow pollen on its way
But the wind can never stay
I was not afraid, no
This was just a strong gust, not a tornado
When the mischievious wind moves along
I just put things back where they belong
The invisible winds blow by
Nature's breath from the sky
Stay gentle or playful dear winds
So we can always be friends
When you come by I know
You bring fresh air in your flow
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DREAM WEAVER AWAKE
Purse strings, heart strings, apron strings
I have a theory about all these strings
They all connect and weave the web of our lives
Which intertwine with other webs worldwide
An entanglement at a distance that is felt by all
If a butterfly anywhere flaps its wings
We can detach and reattach these strings as need arises
But we can never disconnect from the web of life
We are spinning in all its myriad unique forms.
