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Mirror Mirror

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Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?

Mirror Mirror hanging there
Why the need to compare?

Mirror Mirror your truth I see
You reveal my inner beauty.

Mirror Mirror may I borrow you?
So others may see their true self too.

(Reflection from a study of the book of James)

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SONG – The Spinning Hands (A Song of Time)

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It is hard to slow down when we’re running out of time.
I could never accomplish what I want in a thousand lifetimes.
I keep spinning with the world like I’m turning on a dime
and more coins in the meter won’t increase the rhyme.

It is a human construct. It is hard to believe.
How ever much time I have, I have all I need.
There is nothing I can do to stop the spinning hands
except choose to live in grace and do the best that I can.

I am but a grain of sand on the shore of eternity.
I am the smallest drop of water in the biggest sea.
But here I am in this moment in the great arc of history.
I was born for a purpose. There is only one of me.

It is a human construct. It is hard to believe.
How ever much time I have, I have all I need.
There is nothing I can do to stop the spinning hands
except choose to live in grace and do the best that I can.

So what do I do with this limited commodity?
Do I waste it in the pursuit of mediocrity?
Or do I give it away like the gift it is to be
and live within the paradox of generosity?

It is a human construct. It is hard to believe.
How ever much time I have, I have all I need.
There is nothing I can do to stop the spinning hands
except choose to live in grace and do the best that I can.

Song lyrics by Keith Lyndaker Copyright 2014 All rights reserved

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The Disappearance of EMPATHY

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E was the first to go
why I could say I don’t know
though it was plain to see
my respect did not apply to Everybody

M followed right behind
i decided it should be all Mine
a word i could call my own
i and My seemed so alone

the PATH began to disappear
overtaken by my fear
that a mile in your moccasins
might keep me with you until the end

then Y decided to go away too
what’s a lone letter supposed to do
i guess it joined the other Ys
i don’t know
i can no longer
empathize

Wishless Thinking

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I wish I was stronger.
I wish I was more gentle with myself.
I wish the recovery time after my flashes of annoyance at others was shorter.

I wish the world was a better place and that I was a better person in it.

I wish I wasn’t always wishing I was being someone or doing something else.

But all of this is just wishful thinking.
There is no genie here and besides I would have used up my three wishes a long time ago.

All of the wishing in the world won’t change who I am or what I need to do. It just makes me a wishy washy person, standing alone at the edge of the wishing well, fingering a precious coin.

Sometimes continuancy is all that is necessary, pushing past the wishes bubbling on my lips to something more.

So I step away from the well and put the coin back in my pocket. Later I hand it to the homeless vet on my way to get medicine at the store.

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Heiwa Haiku 21

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News is depressing
Even hope leaves Pandora
Tenacity wins