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Truly

Ask, when the day ends,

“Did I love? Enjoy? Engage?

Did I truly live?”

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Dealership Wisdom

Looking through the windows, I

Watch countless other lives go by.

Who do they love? What do they know?

How can such questions help us grow?

Perhaps instead of rage and ice

For those we meet but once or twice,

Remember there’s a face, a name,

A life for everyone we blame.

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Ghost

Dimly lit and cooly kept,

Into my sacred space, I crept

To glimpse anew the rising sun

And witness nighttime on the run.

Yet I know in times ahead,

The Sun will lay herself in bed,

Night will once more take her post,

And then today will be a ghost.

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Gaze Anew

All the gains our world can give

Cannot replace our time to live.

So limited in days are we

That from our blindness we must flee.

We must make time for joy, to be,

With no thought of utility.

A dollar lost, a dollar gained

Cannot suffice when time has waned.

With open eyes, let’s truly see

The depths of our mortality;

Then turn our eyes to gaze anew

Upon the life we thought we knew.

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Untapped

Seeking brings frustration.

That need for new sensation

Brings the bitter truth to bear

That we’re but grasping at the air.

I’ve heard the Masters cry

That so long as there’s a Why,

We will remain in seeking trapped

While Spirit’s riches stay untapped.

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