Awaking with a cry for Love;
Making ourselves heard.
Like fingers fit inside a glove;
Spoken is a timely word.
The world has pressed us in a mold,
Though we may choose our way;
To earn a living as we hold
Secrets found as we go astray.
Who has now arrived?
What fortune is spent?
Where have you dived?
Whose mind can be bent?
Grind,grind the wheel-
Find,find your place-
Haste,haste the deal-
Run,run your race-
Contentment is the process of being
Stable through all of life and seeing:
Ambition to contrition to fruition,we rise;
Anything less is like waiting to die. . .














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