Of the Many of One

Of the Many of One.
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Love, Papa.

Bullets fly

Fingers point

Tongues burn

Yet we stand firmly

Rooted in our meager truths

Knowing only what we spout.

Defying our reflections

With anything but awareness.

For each must seek

Yet all will find

That we are but one of the many of the one.

And when Peace comes upon each

So that many might see.

The One smiles.

Love, Papa.

Would That I Could

Would That I Could
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Love, Papa.

Day after day

A constant parade

Drifts effortlessly

Past my eyes

In a dazzling display.

Whilst I often dally over

Trivial details of moments past

Or those never to be.

Would that I could

Pause more in the now

To feel the truth at hand.

For each is given

A measure to hold,

Then set upon the path

Yet glory reigns upon all the same.

Only the perspective changes.

Love, Papa.

Greener Grass

Greener Grass
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Love, Papa.

Just down the road,

Across the street,

In the next town.

They've got it together.

It's happening there.

Whereas here,

Well....you know,

Nothing ever seems to happen here.

Things never change.

It's just the same old, same old.

But there, now there, its really happening.

But I wonder what they are saying about here...

Hmmm!

Love, Papa.

The Point

The Point

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Love, Papa

If you think you will understand more about life

When you are lying on your death bed,

You've missed the point.

Love, Papa.

Arms Length

Arms Length
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Love, Papa.

Though our minds may search the farthest reaches

Drift through myriads of possible conclusions

And hunt frantically for solutions.

The answers always lie, within arms length.

For we attract into our presence

That which we seek.

It does not find us

Rather we dance within its presence, always

Occasionally allowing our awareness to note,

That all we have forever asked

Lies within arms length.

Love, Papa.

Nothing But

Nothing But
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Love, Papa

Ever present.
All encompassing.
Eternally overriding.
Contained within you is the source of all that is!
You possess the entire power of the universe!
It is not yours to share!
For it belongs to each and to all!
It is only yours to experience.
And within that experience your reality dwells.
You may alter your course at will,
Experience all that your imagination can contain.
And deny anything you choose.
For in the end it remains, nothing but your experience!
Choose as you will!
Feel your way through life!
Become one with your source!
Indeed you can be nothing but!

Love, Papa.

Trees

Trees
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Love, Papa.

A hand reaches out
To whom is not known

Grasp is taken

And trust extended

Relief rushes in

Anxiety released

And faith is restored

As the giver become the receiver

And the receiver can give once more

The leaves rustle softly in the breeze

And the human walks away relieved.

Touch a tree today

And you shall know....life!

Love, Papa.