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Words

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Words are more than their letters and how they are arranged

Uttered from unstable minds, they become totally deranged

 

They can cause some introspection, or make you feel you’re cursed

They can incite the best in all of us and antagonise the worst

 

They can be sung in celebration, or screamed out in despair

Create an honest form of clarity, or be a burden you must bear

 

Books upon books are written, pages littered with prose

Recording and then sharing, human victories and woes

 

Objects upon billboards, demanding to be bought

Never ending promotions; a false happiness being sought

 

Honest misdirection, in bigger and bolder fonts

Misery perpetrated, by empty, unfulfilled wants

 

Whispers becoming louder, truths coming into view

Old words rediscovered, a true purpose heard anew

The path to authenticity

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Integrity; the intention

Of becoming and being whole

Through awakening the mind

Body, heart and soul

 

The path to authenticity

To a life of just being

Is through acceptance, enjoyment

And the excitement of doing

 

Trust; accountability

That can only start with you

If you can’t walk the walk

Then you can’t expect others to

 

Centring and grounding

A knowing, not a thought

Let go of old beliefs

The wrong lessons taught

 

Forgiveness, the answer

To the question of blame

Projection the constant replay

Of societies make-believe game

It’s time to leave the foyer

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It is

What it is

There is nothing to dispute

The synchronicity of time

Is acceptance, not refute

 

Without knowing

Is the knowledge

That separation doesn’t exist

Don’t be controlled by the mind

To think is to resist

 

Observance, the answer

To the question you seek

Feel connected to the source

And let go

There is nothing to tweak

 

Stories

Upon stories

You’re the author, don’t you see!?

This is life you’re creating

But there is no guarantee

 

You are loved

You are held

There is no penance to pay

Come home to your heart

It’s time to leave the foyer

What happens if?

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What happens if the realisation is

That you are, more than perfect?

But perfection is the dichotomy

Of a deranged mind, you suspect

 

What happens if you are prepared

To fight hand over fist?

Until the thin membrane of life

Manifests its truth, unnoticed

 

What happens if you are stranded

Cast adrift in your life?

Devoid of constants to measure

The ever-impeding strife

 

What happens if your knowing

Becomes totally dislodged?

With your heart cast adrift

The soul cannot be judged

 

What happens if your mind

Starts to wander off at night?

To a star-spangled optimism

The definitive cure of man’s plight

 

What happens if your imagination

Is more, than the sum of its parts?

Causing a split in the seams

Spewing truths set to smart

 

What happens if pure potential

Is well, within your grasp?

But you’re all fingers and thumbs

And cannot undo the clasp

 

What happens if your reflection

Doesn’t recognise its source?

Hiding behind transparent falsehoods

The modern Trojan Horse

 

What happens if your wants

Cannot breathe beneath the fear?

In an attempt to catch your breath

You search a wave you can steer

 

What happens if your heart

Cannot fathom its own truth?

Separated by a distance

In a disconnected phone-booth

Self-serving

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The extent of recollection

Depends on the mind recollecting

If there wasn’t thought in the delivery

There’ll be far less in the fetching

 

The awareness of a life doing

Will make way for just being

Attempts to outrun yourself

Reveal the futility of fleeing

 

The manmade illusion

That the world is unravelling

Can imprison the heart

From its own, soulful travelling

 

Suspended within reach

Our perfect selves are there floating

Accessible to everyone

Who takes action, rather than quoting

 

The impermanence of everything

Is the gift of the living

It creates freedom for growth

Our divine purpose is self-serving

Second to None

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The dis-ease in your mind, is the denial that you’re great

There is greatness within you, whether you hide or exaggerate

 

It is true, oh so true, despite seeing it, or not

Release un-wanted conditions, do not let your mind rot

 

It is true whether you’re focused, on your growth to the stars

It is true whether you’re trapped, behind your own prison bars

 

You, with hard luck stories, filling megabytes of space!

Deny all you want to, you’re in a self-created chase

 

Affirm your desire, what you focus on, you create

You are never in the wrong place and it’s never too late

 

Find your own starting point; be cool with where you’re at

Beliefs change all the time, often depending on where you’re sat

 

You are really okay.  Yes.  You are allowed to believe

Your desire to be magnificent; it’s the ace up your sleeve

 

Show more interest in where you’re going, than where you have been

Be mindful of your intentions, as you affirm all you dream

 

You create your own life, by the thoughts that you practice

There’ll always be influences, don’t be preoccupied with injustice

 

You choose the tone of your questioning,  so are you asking the right one?

Believe in your magnificence without measurement, you are second to none!