Be in the Pink

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If your heart groans

Under worry

And your belly

Plays acid songs,

Don’t despair:

Life’s still there.

If your head spins

With confusion

In realities

Beyond compare,

Don’t give up:

There’s repair.

If your muscles

Clench with anger

And anxiety

Sheds your hair,

Don’t give in

To what’s not fair.

If your color

Lost its luster

And your spirit’s

Pale and bare,

Don’t lose heart:

We’ve hope to spare.

If the dark nights

Press your innards

And your lungs

Beg for calm air,

Don’t forget:

Love’s everywhere.

 

 

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Be Uncovered

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May the heart of life be open

To the light

And may the truth of human

Goodness

Be uncovered.

May false layers

Of defended animosity

Peel away the

Pretended differences

And empty superiorities

That aim to keep

Empathy

From taking hold.

May the heart of love

Be open.

May humanity find way

To the universally

Innate

Imperative

Unending

Veracity

Of hope.

 

 

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Panic’s Anti-Dote

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There’s scare aplenty

Wide cause for alarm

A lot to frown at

Much that charters harm.

No wonder

Panic comes.

Trepidation pushes buttons of old worries

Latches through the tentacles

Of history

And ill-used charm.

It glitters daggers

Into

Masquerading stars and sun.

No wonder

Panic comes.

And yet …

Be brave

Stand firm

Lock arms

Form links

Knit facts

Raise voice

Weave hope

As panic’s anti-dote.

 

 

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Loose Control

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When details crowd you in — take a step into quiet.

When to-dos heap on tasks — take a moment, be still.

When emotions flood senses — take a breath, shed a tear, find your laughter.

When frustration creeps in — let it be, let you be, let it roll.

Relax the hold

Of control.

When minutia takes over the foreground — lift your soul, find horizon.

When time flies beyond call — stop the clocks.

Let it slide.

Let the the mess have a corner.

Let it go.

It is fine.

Life will flow.

Take a breath.

Unclasp

The grip

Of control.

 

 

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Be An Apprentice

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Be an apprentice

In your own life.

We are all beginners.

Novices

Of our own path.

Training

To decipher

The evolving codes

Of heart

And mind.

Students of

A universe

Where the glitter

Of conflict

Blinds the rookie

From seeing

The reality

Of

Love.

 

 

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Breathe in

Breathe in the scent of spring

The fragrance of new growth

Of verdant leaves

Of rain

Of flowers.

Let new life fill your lungs

Your heart

With light

Perfumed by sun

And sky

And sudden showers.

Breathe in your fill

Of hope

Of splendor

Stock up your mind

With awe

To brighten

Any dreary hour.

 

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