You wish new habits
that can ring
the trueness of your life right in,
a time more lovingly aligned
with your whole being,
heart and mind. . .

First, think a bit. . .
then pick some thing
you think will work for you,
and give it now a go.

Then, if it works, keep at it. . .
and some day soon
or later,
it will become a habit.

And if that pick
should fail to get your fire lit
do not despair. . .

just drop it like a cold potato–
and let the others have it.

But if the habit
feels a fit,
but the effort
drags or lingers on a bit,

persist with will through
all trials of training fingers–
keep up good work
and do not leave it–

And those good things
so strange and new
that you have specially wished
for you–
though they bolt in
as from the blue–
they are the gifts
that you have claimed
by doing good to you,

So, revel in
that bounteous stash
that’s come to you
in one quick flash,
like seeming sparkling magic,

and take each box
with loving care. . .

Then dive in!–
Tug off that pretty bow,
remove the paper
fast or slow–
anyway you like or know–
but be sure
to unwrap it!

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It takes
a little art
to hold and keep
your feelings warm. . .

for they can shake
a rattled heart
when cold runs deep. . .

take it slow. . .

and see
new walls and ceilings form,
to channel all the blood and feelings,
and shield them safely
from the storm.

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this world
+++++with jumbled cords
+++++and traveling wi-fi
+++++set to lure you in
+++++your body
++++++++++so to petrify
+++++your brain
++++++++++to curl
++++++++++and fry,
needs this girl
+++++a little space and time
++++++++++for calm review
++++++++++and soft reflection
+++++++++++++++to set locks
++++++++++++++++++++or maybe open, full and curled
+++++++++++++++and sights
++++++++++++++++++++keen on the vision
+++++++++++++++++++++++++which, very sudden, smiles and glows
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++(though long ’twas hidden,
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++right before her nose),
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++lights up her lights,
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++warms her every cell inside,
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++and silently invites her
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++to be pulled by its strong tide
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++and this ignites anticipation,
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++and and excites a steadfast motivation
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++those expert-tailored life’s rewards,
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++deep peace and thrills
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++when feet set off,
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++informed by tears
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++and pains and joys
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++and laughs,
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++along their fresh-adjusted way,
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++in their chosen right direction.

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beginning. . .
getting traction. . .

the first two steps
on your road
to all the rest,

including winning
back the ground
long since slipped from your control–
though for eons yet untold
was it a part of you, and you of it,
in concept and in action. . .

and that brilliant, rightful coup
electrifies your every cell and synapse
until God’s grace and your good further action
will garner you the prize
of complete, unending
peace and satisfaction.

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Simple gifts.
So good to feel, receive.

A life well lived,
brought forth
to touch the lives of others
there to see it. . .

And in a move
hard to believe,
Those others turn
and reach right back,
to say with love
how much they feel it. . .

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I’m secretly beginning to wonder whether real physical human beings in the flesh aren’t being gradually transformed into blips on the screen that only appear to be living lives in body somewhere here on Earth.

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There’s no way to express
how great he was
or how much
I miss
my father. . .

Though I will try,
every step that I step
till the day that I die. . .

and maybe even farther.

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