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THE HORSE-STORY
THE HORSE-STORY What I realize Is that the real goal about being On this three-dimensional rock Isn’t about dressing up our life (although you can
THE HORSE-STORY What I realize Is that the real goal about being On this three-dimensional rock Isn’t about dressing up our life (although you can
ALTERNATE REALITIES Remember those times When you were reading A paragraph in a book And when you finished the paragraph You couldn’t remember anything Of
LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS My inner voice said, “lay down your weapons” And which shall I lay down first, I asked? The gun, the bomb,
THE UNBEGOTTEN SELF What are the offspring of my efforts? I sit in doubt today That voice of resignation To believe I have accomplished
BEAUTEOUS MOTHER Oh, beauteous Mother Gracious and all pervasive In the smallest of things You kiss the wild diversity of life The lone tree
THAT How can I speak That Which cannot be spoken A mind beyond thinking A thoughtless thought How can I make sense of That
THE QUIET HOURS It is in the quiet hours When drops silently fall From a heavenly branch As will and cadence Blend stillness and motion
LOVE CANNOT BE POSSESSED Love is something we cannot possess, For we ARE Love The idea of possessing love comes from the ego Love is
BESIDE MYSELF I stood on a road Whose path I did not choose Whose view was only partial Maybe at the next curve I will
🦋CHANGE, LIKE A BUTTERFLY🦋 Change is all around us Everything is in constant movement Rest does not come from trying to stop movement Rest comes