Hey Everybody! Those of every age
How about some free poetry
A few lines of generic rhyme
Written down for all to see
Right now is the time
To branch as a poem or a tree
Both are grown from God’s Good Earth
Blooming honestly
St. Stephen Dedalus
Grateful for his Irish rose
Dancing through the garden he goes
Playing that tune heard deep inside
Music from and into his heart, Love grows
It’s useless to judge
Idealize, idolize, or compare
Nudge someone, compassionately now
We all have some Love to spare
When we give our respect
For every song and every dance
It’s senseless to pretend
And ridiculous to hide
When we have humility
We don’t need pride
A coupla couplets and some fancy preaching
Won’t change the world
that’s just vain reaching
And searching the past for truth
Tricks us into missing today’s teaching
Peace is in the balance
Of thought, word, and deed
Forgiveness triumphs over hatred and greed
The dark of night breaks
To the dawn of day
Life is a vibration
Going back and forth, like a relay
Yin and yang, the silent bang
At once both inspired
and utterly tired
We’re all One poem anyway
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