We have our triumphs.
We have our atrocities.
Both need attention.
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The Work
Warriors
Hope to Live
See God in your enemy,
And plan your move accordingly.
For That which gives you life and light
Gives the same to those you fight.
No person is without this mark,
So honor that inherent spark,
And act with love you would receive,
And give no persons cause to grieve.
What you would have, so you must give,
If we would dare to hope to live.
Inner Worship
The power is not in the form,
Though it does much meaning hold.
The altar is not what transforms,
Spirit cannot be controlled.
When there is found a seeking heart,
A soul pursuing the Real,
None can the truly Sacred thwart
Or the inward treasure steal.
Awake!
The Path goes on it’s merry way;
No stopping, speeding, or delay.
How much travel have we missed
Caught in Sleep’s seductive fist?
‘Tis not the sleep we need for rest
In order that we do our best,
But that which keeps us from the Light;
That Sleep which robs one’s mind of sight.
We tend to walk distractedly,
Not looking up that we might see
How quickly life is passing by,
Our time a breath, a gasp, a sigh.
It’s time now that we fin’lly wake
And give our drooping head a shake.
Ignore the Circus, loud and bright
Let’s focus now with all our might!
There’s much to see, yes, much to learn
With every dip and every turn;
Twixt this Earth and the Sky above,
So many Ones for us to love.
Keep walking, turning, soak it in!
Now is the time. Awake! Begin!
