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Purpose

No matter our struggles, our toils;
One day the wind will carry our dust 
carelessly across windblown fields.
Why worry, why put so much meaning
Into things that do not matter.
Really, what are we masters at,
Certainly, it is not living.
The reason for all this, don't you worry.
In our own silent dispair we search for reason,
maybe it is in dying, letting go.

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Perfect

What is it that makes you you?
Your flaws laid out one by one are many.
Yet you are perfect in every way.

Have I fallen short through my liberal use of reason?
Blinded by the power of imagination ...
What I have asked myself many times, hundreds of lives I have lived,
We have never met but in passing.
Say something.

Our eyes lock, faded memories felt only in dreams
Yes, your flaws make you who you are,
And you are perfect.

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Poverty

Poverty

Feeling anxious, a need to keep moving,
No destination in mind.
My resting spots are my home.
Loneliness, hunger, cold, worry,
Companions the underprivileged travel with.
Standing always, at the edge of nothing
Fear is welcomed,
Never has one felt so alive with death so near.

Momentarily tears fill the eyes,
Then nothing --- emptiness.
Searching deep, and now deeper.
Emotions steeped in feelings, 
Spread across the void,
Time creeps over the deep.
Oh the pain, the hurt,
Scars and lines on the face etched deep

The screams in dreams, in silence we cry,
Never heard, will never be heard.
Unsung heroes, the brave, we are the poor
We suffer in silence, we overcome what can upset.
It does not matter, what's in a name - Labels. 
How I love you Fathers, Mothers, my Brothers, and Sisters.
Oh, how I love you.

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Formless

When I peer through the windows of my eyes,
so desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
a collection of memories. Maybe, 
no more than arising from an idea.
Here existing in this moment with you.

Life bursts into being out of the timeless pool of the void,
the uncreated, like bubbles - bursting into life,
time and time again.

Disillusioned self-empowered battling ego's, all suffering,
and, all pass through time and space.
Is it society that guides the individual,
Or the power of some ubiquitous force?

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Lonely

Lonely

The darkness can be lonely,
It is when I close my eyes ...
I know, there is no distance between us. ?? 

Paul lake

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Fearless

On one's path to wisdom and higher levels of consciousness, one should learn to ignore indoctrinated thinking and
flow with natural law of the universe.

Let not the sword of war divide us into pieces, the east, west, north, and south are man's illusions ...
Life just is, step by step move forward, become fearless.

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Beauty

Beautiful people dont as for attention.
They're in the moment.
And, they just hold you in that moment,
That is the mystery of beautiful things.
Few understand beautiful things.

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The Night

The Night

It's 2:17 am I am restless and unable to sleep.
I peer through the curtain of my small room,
Wow, the moon is well defined,
The sky is amazingly clear.
The stars in the universe dance and twinkle.
Alone lost within myself ...
At one with all there ever was or ever will be
I felt small.

I am part of everything, suddenly I know,
God needs me to express himself.
Without me, without us, God just is.
Appoint center, this soul, this awesome love is all we have.
It's what God gave us, I am part of you and you of me.
I exist here in this moment, this moment I share
With infinite love, for you.

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Highest Self

Highest Self

In one life one death.
Living is by far harder than dying,
For we who suffer poverty.
In death surely no worries.

The soul never dies, knows not mortality.
Our bodies form and frame,
is that of earthly things ...
Fear not we will be again and again

It's up to us to get it right, 
to be in service of the highest self,
conscious of highest of one,s being.
Or, again and again, we be form and frame.

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Just Us

Just Us

You say what you mean.
And for some reason,
I can't wait to hear what you have to say ...
It seems to come from a part of you
That everyone else is missing.

Much love ??