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a single of the multitude the suffers are all no can they give that they need she then becomes the un-needing yet is she willing the same too the multitudes broken offerings or do she put a wall
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too Question life is too forget to live eyes closed or opened wide I enjoy each seconded every moment in time
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There are always more questions than answers. Like always more ladies to dance than men dancers.
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While holding life between my palms, I feel it escape, drop by drop, through my fingers.
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She became one of the multitude that suffers, needing as much or more than she can give. Lend her Grace, that her broken offerings are still of use. Your gifts, accepted, find their way to her heart.
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No answer
the only response to the question is to seal in the heat of the moment's spark by closing your eyes and being
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One foot and then the other step, then step again The process, not the product the linking of the chain
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upon a tread my life walks on how many I twine into a bide the length of which by my hand as fate spins her colors I walk as I climb
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Precious elixir that drops from your fingers to water the arid soil; even the desert blooms.
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look beyond your life people are suffering and they matter
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Questions
Snowstorm? The furnace blows warm air. Recession? I keep finding work. Ill health? I am still breathing. Writer's block? Answer questions and along come the words.
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i could drown in worry about money and loneliness, and yet, the sky is blue and i have my art to soothe me. for now, balance remains.
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I walk the narrow maple beam. I falter and veer off the golden way. Your voice comes to me from deepest memory. I am restored. Balance.
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In a world once Big now small How many stand for as many fall is one the center of the world in all nein'all are the center the one is small
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the stone tumbles down the stream bed water and grit rub it smooth I hold it, cool in my hand and still marvel at its imperfections
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How shall I live? one breath at a time, multiple passions, and words that rhyme.
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Tao
Balance is in everything The sunshine and the rain Breathes life in the flowers That grows again and again
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Reddy, willy and able young and full of charm reddy took a nap, willy won't (poor chap) and able ran away in shocked alarm.
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Stone tumbled in the stream bed. Pitted, scarred and worn. smoothed by the surging cascade. gently left once more in still waters.
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I know that I have failed, and yet... I am still wanted. The scales are in balance. Breathing begins again.
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is life grand with a curse a soft breath carried on the winds the start filled with endless times upon the close realize its worth
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Life is such a bumpy ride, I think today I'll just abide.
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