'DIVINE ACT OF CREATION"

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You are a Divine Act of Creation

Then, now and forever

You are self contained;

Yet part of All That Is

Your “Natural state”

Perfect health that knows not death

Evil men promote mortality

God Promises Immortality

Who do you believe?

Ascend!

Go within,

Discover;

God is not out there!

God lives within you!

“The micro contains the macro”

“As above so below”

Rejoice Beloved;

Heaven is not a place

Heaven is a state of being,

Seen through the eyes of love

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MONSANTO or MON-SATAN?

--> Monsanto perpetrating stealth genocide;

By splicing genes of animals, insects n' plants

They've pushed "Mother Nature" far aside

Imagine eating corn crossed with fish or ants

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AN IRREVERENT LOOK AT SOME FAVORITE NURSERY RHYMES:

HICKORY DICKORY DOCK

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Hickory dickory dock

I'd run around the block

For just one kiss

Oh my, what bliss!

Hickory dickory dock

JACK BE NIMBLE

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

Jack jumped over

The candlestick

He burned his butt

The lad's a nut

Now he cannot sit

MARY MARY QUITE CONTRARY

Mary, Mary

Quite contrary

Whats your garden grow?

“A row of tulips,

And one magic rose,

Guarded by a fairy”

HUMPTY DUMPTY

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Humpty Dumpty  sat on a wall;
Dejected...

After his cell dropped girlfriend's call

AT&T, with all its tech-support-men,

Couldn't connect Humpty Dumpty again

LITTLE BO PEEP

Little Bo Peep lost all her sheep,

And didn't know where to find them

She left 'em alone, 

hoping they'd come home;

But finally gave up at 7:00 a.m.

JACK N' JILL

Jack n' Jill went up the hill

To fetch a six pack of beer

Jill fell down,

“You tripped me you clown”

“So much for sex later my dear”

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"HANDY ANDY"

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“Handy Andy” (He's nicknamed);

A guy who builds homes n' fixes stuff

“No jobs too big or small” it's proclaimed

This hands-on guy is “No cream puff”

Let's not argue, and let's not bandy

Need something done?

Call “Handy Andy”

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THE WIZARD WITHIN

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The Id dwells in the subconscious mind

Very well disguised, and very well hid

Little understood, and much maligned

If loosed you'd be set free, “God forbid”

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WHEN SUNNY TURNS BLUE

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In a funk?

Feeling anxious?

Feeling blue?

Take heart,

Here's what you do;

Take a walk,

Around the block

Contemplate your life,

Take stock

Forget the News,

It's mostly bad

Shoot your TV

You'll be glad

If your broke,

Have no money?

Lost your job?

Gone...

“Milk n' honey”?

Take heart!

These words be true;

Find someone to love

When sunny turns blue

With new eyes you'll see;

Each drop of rain,

Contains a vast ocean,

Every seed a great tree

Lovers two by two,

Soon become many,

Happiness plenty!

Remember this well,

When sunny turns blue

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LIFE IS A CHILDREN'S GAME

“Don’t wander out on the road in drunken ecstasy,
Better to sleep in the tavern.”
When a drunk strays out to the street,
Children make fun of him.
He falls down in the mud, then takes
Any road to anywhere.

Children follow, not knowing the taste of wine,
Or how his drunkenness feels.
All people on Earth are children, except for a few.
No one is grown up except those free of desire.

God said;
“The world is a play, a children’s game,
And you are the children.”
God speaks truth,
For if you haven’t left child’s play,
How can you be an adult?

Without purity of spirit, if you’re,
Still in the middle of lust and greed,
And other wants, you’re like children,
Playing at sexual intercourse,
Who wrestle and rub together, but it’s not sex!

The same with men fighting.
It’s a squabble with play swords,
Fighting with no purpose, totally futile.
Like children on hobby horses;
Little soldiers claiming to ride,
A Knights horse.

Your actions mean nothing!
You play at sex and war, and prance around,
Whilst squeezing the crotch on your pants.

Don’t wait until you die to see this.
Recognize that your imagination, your thinking,
And perceptions are but dry sticks,
Children cut and pretend to be horses.

The knowing of mystic lovers is different.
The empirical sensory, sciences are,
Like a wagon load of books,
Or like a woman’s makeup washed off.

Lift the load of knowledge lightly.
Don’t carry truth for selfish reasons.
Deny your desires and willfulness…

A real Knight’s mount may appear ‘neath you.

(Translated/interpreted from the writings of Master Rumi) by:

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UNREQUITED

Homesick for a place he’s never been;

Hungry for a meal, never eaten

Longs for a lover, never forgotten,

Whilst dying in a life he never lived

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