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On Sparkling Lights

There is a Ledge a man must walk Slippery, Sharp-edged and mean To move… one must do with they have Though much what they have, cannot be seen. For who truly knows all the gifts the Maker gave Who knows the wit and wile Can one see inner wisdoms play, plying the trade For life and living in style? For style is a word producing many fancy effects Understanding driving that car. Depends on placement, where ones at And how married, inner and outer, are. Is outer following Soul, or just Imprints Never challenged, improved or changed For the Edges of Imprint World can only speak of the past Memories not meant to play… whole games. It’s the Soul, the inner Self, that knows the right Edge-way to play How to fall right, when hitting extremes. And it’s the Self that has to wisely rise back up Forgiving, while returning to dream. This is the simple, the gospel, the all of truth We play out what we dreamt to learn And then apply ourselves… to dreamt Dream’s Edge to walk Picking at right lesson, within places we planned to discern. Ask the hard question… within discern, to learn, is this what it’s about Not job duty, material wealth, or fame? As quietly, no matter, the Edge continues along With only rest stops, called dying, the same. Then get walking, running, jumping along again Through lifetimes, or once, who knows? Just make sure to walk right-purpose’s Edge Not dressing in Emperor’s clothes. For who likes laughing at clowns that look like us In mirrors for humors and wit. For sooner or later, the red nose must come off For one to see beneath… the zit. The zit to pop, let the poisons out Take care, eat right, and move on. To see remaining wonders around as select we did To help write our most awesome song. Your song, my song, to sing, to show the Worlds I lived, we loved, all carried each other this far. And the Universes smile, hearing a golden, vibrating voice The true You, a Shining Light, a Star. Oh do the Heavens, they sparkle so bright Seen, unseen, Stars in brilliance fill the skies With Sparkling Lights that keep back the darkest dark A dark that never dies.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 10/27/2020 6:23:00 AM
We all need those sparkling lights...
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