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There is no now, or never

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Is your life full to the brim

With what you’re told to do?

Overflowing with other’s opinions

That are neither relevant nor true

 

It is time to make your debut

Remove the shackles of your past

Sow the seeds of pure potential

We’re not designed to be typecast

 

Judgement kills the spirit

Will just keep you small

Imprisons carefree thinking

We’re really here to have a ball

 

There is no now, or never

In this moment is where we stand

The integrity gap then narrows

Life unfolding as was planned

 

Abundance, not a state of mind

Not an ego created prize

Acceptance is what creates the space

For your purpose to materialise

False Control

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You’ll never be able to second guess

Nor read another’s mind

It’s futile thinking, that’s for sure

Projections are all you’ll find

 

Just be, without approval sought

No comparisons need be made

Don’t procrastinate, just make the choice

To step out from the shade

 

Observe how others ebb and flow

Whilst sticking to the crowd

Asleep to who they actually are

Whilst their ego stands up proud

 

Review your motives; do not hide

Behind someone else’s dream

Completely trust to find your path

Your own truth is what you gleam

 

Step forward into your own embrace

Without loss or false control

Your pride perhaps misguided

In pursuing another’s bankroll

 

Too many spend time living

Through a pre-prescribed idea

Of how others have lived before them

That’s what stops you shifting gear

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