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Created on: December 30, 2010
It’s late
but there is still time
to touch the heart.
Its inner notes
are ringing
but unheard.
Sitting quietly
in the night
feeling the reality of life
All its uncertainties
hang in the ether
The awareness of this
very moment is not lost
The search for
understanding the heart
goes on
Where is the place
of true riches
but in the heart?
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WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY.....I GREW UP FAST
When I was a little boy
We played from dawn til dark
Chasing baseballs hit aloft
In
The meaning of Life I ponder
How can good conquer evil? I often wonder
To make a difference I must
By showing of love and
your dragonfly
the beautiful nuisance
I dreamed myself to be
has stayed too long
passed waking
to be of worth to anyone
who resides
Life is a Mirrage
I hear your whispers
I feel your kisses
But it all seems like a dream
With every moment passing
And every secret
A questioned pondered by many, understood by a few
Our purpose, meaning, reason for being,
What were we created to do?
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