Day

Come what may,
each new day
is only a day - a day away;
... but then again
come the dim
you may realize, with some surprise,
each new day
will always stay
reclusive - ever elusive,
a day
away...
Come what may,
this day is
the Only day... therefore,
Never waste it away.

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Love-Live

Living in the usual human fashion
Comes the old, old self-passion,
Mankinds most heart-torn story
Singing within it's own glory;
'To thine own self be true'
Will only leave the self lonely, and blue;
Better still, is to others selflessly give
Learning to love, and loving to live.

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Rumors

Flowers on a bed
Lilies on a grave;
Every lived soul
Becomes a slave
To the love we want,
And the dying we get -
Life is rudimentary rumors
And salient storms;
It's an unfinished life
In many forms
Of all the stories we have heard from afar,
Rumors, of a Land where lives no regret -

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The Color of Life (a written picture)

Blue spruce
- in a green garden
Black bird
- above a yellow field
Brown hawk
- against a red canyon
White cloud
- within a blue sky
Purple silouette
- leaning upon an orange dusk

All the colors
of the earth
And all the colors
of those that live therein
Are all the colors
of all of Life.

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Ancient Wound

if heaven's rain drops, and God's tear drops
mix to fall
upon the petroglyph
of a desolate canyon wall,
out where the rock runs red
from ancient blood shed,
would anyone stop to see
this great shame of eternity
that is still flowing
throughout Indian reservations...
all across a hurting nation

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Fertile Ground

All that man to man can bequeath
Is nothing more than worthless heath;
God alone only can give
What man needs
To forever and favorably live.
Therefore, cling not to the teachings of any man
In attempt to understand
Life's true meaning,
Rather go to
And plant yourself into
The Ground of all being.

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Rest

Goodnight
It's late.
The clock
Ticks away human fate.
Late to bed
Early to rise.
Not enough rest
No surprise.
Tired we come
Tired we go.
Before we realize
It's the end of the show.
Rest
Is more than a Friend.
It's what
Awaits us all at the end.
So goodnight
To you.
Try to find Rest
Before you're through.

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Day (part two)

This moment
This time
These sweet grapes upon
This very vine,
This world just as
It now is
Shall never repeat itself.
The soul and the sun
The spirit in the wind
Shall never sing this
Exact same song together
Ever again.
No day
Will ever repeat
Nor replay,
This day alone -in itself-
Is fully good, fully complete.

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Idealism

We should put all the world's wars
Securely behind locked doors,
Throw away the key
And learn to live together, forever, peacefully.

Is this ideal
Too far beyond the real?
No, not at all dear sisters and brothers,
The toughest part comes at the start,
Where we first must learn
To be kindly considerate of all others.

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Light

The stars afar
Glitter and gleam,
A light in the night
Upon the earth good and green.

The sun not outdone
Every morn grows and glows,
With a light so bright
As to give beauty and bloom to the wild red rose.

The cosmos light both day and night
Ever does show and shine,
Giving cause to pause
And praise God, all the time.

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