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On my Wisdom

I want to go where the sky is always blue,

except for the rain from time to time in order to feed the earth.

I want to go where the animals are not suffering

just because someone is a cruel treatment, or their fur coat.

I want to go where the children smile, play, have fun,

and are full of laughter.

Life without fear that the damage coming

Living like nothing else.

I want to go where people of all nations

speak one language, the language of peace.

If no words in anger, not speaking of war,

where there are only harmony.

I want to go where the air is fresh, clean,

and is not difficult to breathe.

If instead of blacktop, concrete and glass,

There are mountains and fields, a never-ending sea of green.

I want to go where everyone, no matter who or what they are,

same treatment as any other.

Nobody has more than the others, not greed, or if you wish,

where love is the only feeling that is felt.

I want to go where the people live in eternity,

not believe, pain, injury or illness.

No medicines, machines or require it,

have a life, or simply to exist.

I want to go where no heart or mind,

do not feel no more pain or sorrow.

If the vacuum that was black is full,

and no longer empty.

I want to go where all people have enough

where nobody knows what it is that they are cold or hunger.

There, where only the truth, honesty, where nothing is hidden,

Is there such a place, I wonder.

It is hard to imagine that a place like this,

and yet we know that we are today.

Because this place is not the sky, and if I would like to go,

I know that my time will come, but not now.

Don't Judge too hard!...

Pray don't find with the man who
limps
or stumbles along the road.
Unless you have worn the shows he
wears
or struggled beneath his load.
There maybe tacks in his shoes
that hurt.
Might cause you to stumble, too.
Don't sneer at the man who's down
today.
unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall, or felt the
shame.
You maybe strong, but still the
blows.
That were his, if death to you.
in the self-same way, at self-
same time.
Might cause you to stagger too.

Don't be too harsh with the man who
sins,
or pelt him with words or stone,
Unless you are sure, yea. doubly
sure,
That you have not sins of your own.
For for you know, if the tempters voice
Should whisper as soft to you.
As it did to him when he went astray
'T would cause you to falter, too.

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The Bliss of Being A Searching for Joy & Happiness

The joyful bliss of just being
Nothing needing to be done
Even if there is focus not on it
Just accept and enjoy the process
Put your being into your doing
For therein is joy and progress
Refuse to complain and obsess
For nobody really cares to listen
Shut thy mouth and thy spirit hasten
To come forth and show itself
That is if you can quiet your mind
That restless and boisterous scoundrel
Incessantly tormenting you with thought
Thinking it owns you and drives you to rot
Consider this thought provoking question
Do you sink below thought, or rise above it?
Herein is your problem or joyous salvation
Get stuck heavily in thought and forget being
Or rise above thought and enjoy be and being
Of course in your quest for self-actualizing
That is become, your search for significance
You thwart your own essence and greatness
By fixating mentally rather than enjoying presently
I know its an epidemic in this egocentric society
Far be it from me to tell you how to get free
Besides your contentment is in conformity
Considering thy identity is in what other people
People great, not so great, and small think of thee
Both beloved friends and not so celebrated family
Certainly not all of them are cherished equally
Neither than are you, though you be easily
Intimidated and manipulated in what you do
Quick to squirm, conform, and transform
Thy thoughts, beliefs, and whatever ways
Seem to get in the way of being accepted
In so doing your essence you have rejected
For your difference is ultimately your delight
On the contrary you have made it a plight
Put up an endless inner struggle and fight
Nay my friend, accept thyself, and be alright
Enter into the joy and peace of be and being
This eternal bliss within few are experiencing
Nevertheless if you will go within it will begin.

Where does Love go when it Dies

If the heart is the place where love comes from,
Then where does love go when it dies?
Back to the heart where it came from,
Or turn into tears in the eyes?
Bet even one knew the answer,
What would one possibly gain?
Would the knowledge of where love has gone to
Ease the heartache and pain?

Love, love, why is tis a feeling?
Why is it born if only to die?
And when it leaves you.
Watch it subside
To let the heart go and leave tears in your eyes.

Why is it one cannot realize
What a blessing a true love can be?
Must one lose one to know it is priceless?
must one be blind before one can see?

Where does love go when it dies?
This question will always remain,
And we can never know the answer
Until we fine love once again

A Mind journey

As I Sit Here Wondering

What My Fate Will Be, I Think About My Pockets, Why Are They So Empty? I Worked So Hard And Have No Money.The Future I Dreamed Of I will Not See. Now I Am Lost Wondering What To Do Next. All I Can Do Is Write This Text. Words Cant Describe All That I Feel, People This Is Life And Its Real. Should I Go Out To Rob And Steal, So I Can Buy My next Meal?