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InsofarasIknow

InsofarasIknow,
Heaven is above
and hell is below.
They tell me it is,
so it must be so,
InsofarasIknow.

InsofarasIsee,
I’m not here
because I want to be.
Mom and Dad
played a trick on me,
InsofarasIsee.

InsofarasIgo,
wherever in the world
the winds may blow.
I don’t ask questions
so I won’t ever know,
InsofarasIgo.

4/36

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Remember What It’s Like

Remember what it’s like to be born
And so you shall be born again
Feeling into flesh
Desire into form
Remember what it’s like to be born
And so you shall be born again

Remember what it’s like to give birth
And so you shall give birth again
Imagine what could be
Realize reality
Remember what it’s like to give birth
And so you shall give birth again

Remember what it’s like to die
And so you shall die again
No longer oppose
From which you arose
Remember what it’s like to die

And so you shall die again
Remember what it’s like to know
And so you shall know again
In flow these three
To all it is you see (and be)
Remember what it’s like to know
And so you shall know again space-monkey-logo-50

4/36

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The Cover Girl

The cover girl
can’t cover her face
or she wouldn’t be
a cover girl.

But lord knows,
she wants to
because she knows
that what people
are drooling over
isn’t her at all
just a body
she happens to inhabit
at this moment.

And she knows
that inevitably
people may stop
paying attention to her
because of her looks.

She doesn’t know
what else she has to offer.

So the cover girl
is the most miserable girl
in the world.

This ugliness inside
makes her hate her face
even more.

Like it’s mocking her.

And it shows in her wistful smile.
And people think it’s beautiful.

And the cover girl
can’t cover her face
or she wouldn’t be
a cover girl.

4/13

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All You

There are mountains within you
that you dare not climb.
Oceans that you dare not cross.
Planets that you dare not explore.

These divides
are your history,
your circumstances,
and most daunting of all,
your self-imposed limitations.

These structures
behind your eyes
are as real as the ones
in front of your eyes.

These seemingly
insurmountable obstacles
are as real as your face,
as real as your story,
as real as your soul,
as real as the infinite spirit
that forever urges you onward.

You may let your mountains lie.
You may let your oceans rise.
You may keep your stars concealed
behind the clouds of your own making.

You can see life
for what you wish it to be.
Or what you think it should be.
Or what you hope it could be.
Even what you fear it could be.

Or you can see things as they are:
All made of the same divine stuff.

All you.

2/16

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In the Absence of Proof

In the absence of proof,
why is it so much easier
to believe negative things
than positive things?

Why is it so much easier
to put someone down
rather than lift them up?

Why does our
fear of the unknown
come so much easier
than our trust in the universe?

Why does every today
feel like a fight
for every tomorrow?

Why do we accept
what history tells us
even though we rewrite
our history books
every generation?

Why do we accept
what science tells us
even though science
can’t explain how we think?

Why do we believe
that the answer
always has to come
from without
rather than within?

Why do we believe
that our own instincts
are usually wrong,
or that someone else
is a better judge
than we are?

What does that say about our nature?
What does that say about our conditioning?
What does that say about our selves?

What do YOU say?
What can you say?
Why don’t you say it?

Why don’t we have any thoughts
that are completely our own?

Why is everything we know
based on everything we’ve been told?

In the absence of proof,
why is it so much easier
to believe negative things
than positive things?

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Dragons Lurk

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The Last Text

A public service message to all you crazy teenagers out there. Just be smart, okay?


A public service message to all you crazy teenagers out there. Just be smart, okay?

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