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“Progress Being”

The opportunity struck that I grew to find,
I took a risk and felt no urge to change my mind.
In the “now” to live my life without regrets
The game of life’s chance called roulette.
I don't think that I would be where I am today
If I didn’t live out yesterday!
What you see, is what you get
I’m the human in “progress being,” see who you met.

Aware of owning what I lead.
Aware of the strength that is rising through my feet.
Of choices I've made, 
Of the ‘yin’ that I've saved.
Of the things that I've done,
My belief in myself, in another-you, and the One.
Forgiving of the words of my friends,
I know who they are to make mistakes, and make amends.
Follow my instincts, follow my inner star
It is the unedited version and real true radar.
On my sleeve I have worn to show my heart untamed
I am whole in the “real life” of moments and unashamed. 
 
Double “A” free in actions. “Berkley,” free in mind, body, and spirit.
What comes next the guitar or good night dreams to visit?
The down beat is the inner drum,
Like the dark that feels the enigmatic rhythm.
Does not understand impact.
Does not like to get exact.
Understands the subtle feel.
Like authentic wine, whispered “sealed.”

As I wrote before, the timing in life is always NOW.
Perhaps that would be a philosophy as you know all to well in Tao.
Carpe diem another platitude or cliché’
It’s a waste of time to be high-browed as they say…... My focus is to be light and live
with a LEAP of Faith. 
To share the positive things that we learned from our past
Takes time of building a rapport with another hopefully steadfast.
Getting to know someone to laugh with is a find.
Because what is learned and applied will not fall into the traps laid on NEW created paths
from behind. 

Adding up my life, will total all my dreams.
I am counting all my blessings
And gifts like you that I receive
No matter what the expectation or what the other perceives. 
I own my day and my thoughts, 
Gentle not to challenge them to be fought. ? 
Took this time to understand the perfect-imperfect
And the crinkled-pleat…
That I am what I am, who I am no defeat.
No sleep walking, hair untamed
“Progress being” is what is named.
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