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Gifts

Gifts

Gifts are what matter the most.
Where's the talent without its host?
Where's the paper without the pen?
What is repetition without doing again? 
Where's the car without its driver?
Where's the home without the family?
Where's hope without faith?
Where's the song without the singer?
Where's the vocalist without the musician?
Where's the tune without the melody?
Where are the words without the lyrics?
Where's the music without the instrument?
Where's the orchestra without the conductor?
Where's the production without the producer?

Where's the tree without its root?
Where's the branch without the tree?
Where are the leaves without the branches?
Where are the flowers without their stems?
Where are the petals without the flower?

Where is spring without its showers?
Where is summer without heat?
Where is winter without the cold?
Where is autumn without the breeze?

Where is love without passion?
Where is affection without attraction?
Where is deed without action?

What is math without its equations?
What is a word without persuasion?
Where's a sign without indication?

Where's the line without a starting point?
What are bones without their joints?
What is a body without chemistry?

Everything has a gift.
Everything has a function.
These things work together in perfect conjunction.
Gifts, yes indeed, gifts.

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Patience

Patience

Here is irony.
Patience waits for no one.
We must wait for it. 
It decides how long we must walk or sit.

Patience to wait.
Patience when it seems to be too late.
Patience when happiness plans to elate.
Patience in its most perfect state.

Patience to get the job done.
Patience to walk when we must walk.
Patience to run when we must run.
Patience to be silent when there is 
a never-ending urge to talk.

Patience to live.
More patience than we wish to give.

Patience,
Oh yes, relentless patience.

Patience when pain has taken center stage.
Patience when anger has turned to rage.
Patience to keep writing one more page.

Patience is a virtue.
We all know it's true.

Patience.
Oh yes, relentless patience.

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Center Stage

Center Stage

It's hard to know exactly where to start. 
It's even harder not to think too hard or tear yourself apart. 
Life's not supposed to be easy, but it's not supposed to be living, waking hell. 
It's supposed to get better but the path is just too hard to tell.
It's moments like these that are close to anyone's heart. 

There's a light there, at the end of it all. 
No more distance, no more brick walls.
No more heart-wrenching realities or cold hard truths. 
You are the living proof. 
It's not about what you want or what you think you need. 

Chances are it's nothing like what you dreamed. 
Chances are it's the nightmare you never expected to meet. 
It's the neighbor next door or the strange familiar on the side of the street. 
Don't get too curious and don't get too close. 
That's when the unexpected happens the most. 

It's the one thing you never thought would be enough.
It will be your strength when you have none left. 
It will be where your endless hope and joy are kept. 
It will be the reservoir that holds every tear you ever wept. 
The one and only thing you must accept. 

It's a new paradigm this time. 
It's a new way. 
It won't ever be the same each day.

Some days you'll feel like you're more than alive and others you'll feel 
as if you're about to fade away.
Sometimes, it's simply hard to stay on that ever increasing oceanic wave.

There will always be the memory of who you are and where you were. 
There will always be more days to learn from one's mistakes.

You don't need a beyond perfect score. 
You just need to do all you possibly can. Remember where 
you've walked and when you ran. Forget about the tiny 
details and leave the rest. 

It will always be a search for a different quest. 
It will always turn out for the better and then the best. 

It will always be what you never thought you could find. 
It will be the very best of the very best kind.
It will be that incredibly fine line you can't believe you had all this time. 

It's a lesson to forever save.
It will teach you how to play your part when you can't find your heart. 
It will be that moment when you bow your head and pray. 

No where to begin. 
No where to end. 
The words in your heart will be the words you say. 

Maybe now, you'll understand how to begin and where to start.
It's not about being perfect, being smart, or tearing the pieces of yourself apart. 
It's about finding and being close to your own heart.

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Breathe

Breathe

Can you hear me?
Do you see me?
I'm floating on the gentle breeze.
Slowing inhaling what is required to breathe.
Riding on the wind. 
It calls for your attention,
within its motion and mention. 
Within its time it will ever surely climb.
Breathing in this purity.
Soaking in its stillness.
Shaking off the tension.
It doesn't get any better than this.

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Tell Them

To all who have never known, it's time that you've been told.

Tell the population to change its ways before these lost lives and souls are all in vain.

Tell the girls to think long and hard before they let a man twice their age break their heart. Tell

them to think about who they are and what they want to be before they choose to conceive.

Tell the boys who think they're men to think and think again when fatherhood is calling their name and

they're hanging their heads in debt and shame.

Tell them what it's really like to go to school, then work three jobs or more to pay child support, then

beg a stranger for a ten dollar gas tip to fill up their tank just get home at night and make the trip.

Tell them that their parents were right when they go to sleep, crying themselves to sleep at night.

Tell them their friends are traitors in disguise, watching and waiting for opportunities to tell them lies

and sabotage their lives.

Tell the preteen girls in every walk of education and life to take control of their lives and souls. Tell

them it's okay to tell the teenage boys that no means no.

Tell them that being different is something to be proud of. Tell them that being different will save them

for their true love. Becoming a Mother at thirty is a whole world better than being one at sixteen.

Remind them of the wishes they made when they were little girls when they still dwelt in their hopes

and dreams.

Tell them to value who they are and listen to their hearts. Their unspoken, sweetest dreams are what

and who they're meant to be.

Tell the young men and women who don't know what to do that with their lives not to rush into being

husbands and wives. Tell them to become who they were born to be. Tell them not to lose their passion

five or six days a week because they were given innate goals, hopes and dreams to fulfill their

destinies.

Tell the girls who just discovered they're going to be a mother that they will make it one way or

another.

Tell them that when the guy they thought loved them was only telling them a lie, that he's not what's

important anymore. Their little girl or their little boy is going to be their pride and joy.

One day, they'll have a reason to forget the hopelessness and sorrow they once met.

Tell the men who came home from war to find an empty house and home that there is so much more.

Tell them they are our honored heroes. That is something that goes far deeper than anyone truly knows.

Tell the children who were moved from countless foster homes that they are not alone. Tell them there

is someone who cares. Tell them that there is an end to their nightmares.

Tell the parents who lived their lives through their children that they can no longer run and hide.

They have seen, heard and ignored when their children have begged and cried. Tell them it is their loss

for living with their regrets and the lost expectations they never met.

Tell the criminals that live inside a demented state of mind that hell is reserved for the lessons they re-

fused to learn. Tell them insanity is never an excuse for abuse.

Tell every man who ever hurt a woman and forced her child to watch has their time ticking away on the

clock. Tell them they can't use violence to get what they want anymore. Karma is kicking down every

window and every door.

Tell the women who chose their boyfriends and their drugs over their babies that an apology will never

be enough. Tell them that nothing is ever worth the price they'll have to pay for who they hurt.

Tell the orphans that Heaven remembers them and hears their prayers. Tell them that Someone

truly cares. Tell them that there will be someone to tuck them in at night and greet them each

morning when they wake up to the sunlight.

Tell the women in abusive relationships that it won't get better. It will only get worse. Tell them to get

out

now before they're not the only one who gets hurt. Tell them to get out before he steals more than their

keys and their purse.

Tell the countless girls who struggle with their weight to go beyond the hate. Tell them they are

beautiful and perfect in every way and it doesn't matter what anyone else has to say.

Tell the widows who feel the most alone that the Universe empathizes and it knows. Tell them they are

loved and they are on their way Home.

Tell those who have lost it all, but still stand for what they believe in, that they are the reason we still

have a chance to win. Tell them their bravery is what we stand for. Their courage is our open door.

Tell them. Tell them all we are here with open arms and loving hearts. Tell them this is the perfect place

to start. Tell them they can be all they are. Tell them that. Tell them then. Tell them now. Tell

them time and time again. Tell them loud and clear. Tell them right here. Tell them. Oh yes, please tell

them.

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True Colors

Color

They say if you lose yourself, 
you will yourself in the end. 
A better life.
Better friends.
Isn't that what this journey is all about?
Isn't that what life holds to sprout?
All in all, it's a soul searching mission 
from which you will never need permission.
The very core of tears and contrition.

Listen to the age old words.
There is truth deep within every one.
A truth that is longing to be found;
Longing to be heard.
A wisdom that will never be finished;
Can never be done.
With absolutely no possibility of ever being diminished.

Life unfolds its true colors in ways that could never be duller.
Bright here.
Dark there.
A medium in between that cannot compare.
Rarely crystal clear.
Not a shade left to spare.
Going deeper than any element dares.

In finding yourself,
You find heath.
Personal wealth.
And the years you missed put back onto life's shelf. 

That is the other spectrum of life's true colors. 
It's up to the seer to determine if they're brighter or duller.

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Divinity

Divinity

Divine footprints in the sand.
Divinity within your hands.
Sacredly encompassing where you stand.
Holding it all together like a rubber band.

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Fairytale

Fairytale

She wants the fairytale.
She wants the wedding gown and the matching veil.
She wants the wedding cake.
She wants to be worth the time it will take.
She wants the invitations.
She wants the time and the places.

She wants the guests.
She wants the best of the best.
She wants to take her time and see what she'll get.
She wants to do it right so she doesn't regret it every night.

She'll wait for the fairytale.
She'll wait for the wedding gown and the matching veil.
She'll wait for the wedding cake.
She's worth the time it will take.
She'll wait for the invitations.
She'll wait for the right time and the right places.

She'll wait for the most special guests.
She'll wait for the very best of the very best.
She'll wait for all she's meant to have.

One day she'll have the fairytale.
One day she'll have the wedding gown and the matching veil.

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Happily Ever After

Happily Ever After

What you want is right around the corner. 
Well within reach.
It's dark.
It's black. 
You can't see ahead.
You can only see behind your back.
Learn these lessons life tries to teach.

Don't throw away your happily ever after.
Don't trade in your happiness. love and laughter.
Don't throw away your dream come true
for someone who won't love you.

Look right.
Look left.
Don't rob your heart before it gets a chance to start.
It's not worth one single night.

Don't throw away your happily ever after.
Don't trade in your happiness. love and laughter.
Don't throw away your dream come true
for someone who won't love you.

It's not worth your broken heart.
It's not worth the regret it leaves behind.
Open your eyes. 
Stop being so blind. 
You're lovely. 
You're smart.

Don't throw away your happily ever after.
Don't trade in your happiness. love and laughter.
Don't throw away your dream come true
for someone who won't love you.

You are worth what he won't give you.
You are worth every dream that will come true.

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Fingerprint

Fingerprint

Fingerprints.
A distinctive, unique mark that gleams and glints.
The very identity of each of us. 
An even rarer specimen of Creation's most perfect gem.
A wonderful example of what was and what is to come.
A tactile clue of where we are from. 

Fingerprints. The reality of this earth whispers its hints.
Listen carefully or you might miss it.
It's the very essence of where you choose to stand.
Where you choose to sit.

Unique, rare, perfect, distinctively different,
yet very much the same.
Give it such a name. 
Find the secrets in the subtle hint of every fingerprint.