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Created on: April 28, 2008
North, South, East and West
The trees are all in a peaceful rest.
We go here, we travel there,
The tree sits still, and fruit it bares.
Our minds are racing through the future and past.
Yet the trees live now, and the longer they last.
For the purpose of our life, we look in all directions.
If we were more like the tree, we would find perfection.
The tree does not toil, or fight what it is.
It accepts the moment, and it lives.
The tree is given everything it needs.
What a grand, peaceful great life it leads.
So stop going in every direction, stand still and stand tall.
Listen to the stillness, and see the majesty in all.
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Poetry: Directions
North, South, East and West
The trees are all in a peaceful rest.
We go here, we travel there,
The tree sits still, and fruit
Finding true direction is about managing your way,
in such a way that you still listen to life's guidance.
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by Dyllan Bond
I'm not going to follow them
She whispered in the dark
I'm not going to go that way
Right here, she'll leave a mark
She turned
The mechanical mistress
My husband travels around the state.
He goes to work early and comes home late.
He travels wide;
Life is directions that we take
And the selections that we make
From our childhood we select
The choices our parents direct
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