Live with death near
And die without fear
Ego stripped bare
Spirit still there
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Times change
Night comes
Night goes
Sky clears
Sky snows
Wind calms
Wind blows
Time ebbs
Time flows
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A viewpoint
Why stop and stare?
At earth’s raw splendour.
The proud human mind,
is quietened and tender.
Maybe just a second,
and even through our phone,
our egos put to rest,
leaving spirit, alone.
Wildness deep inside,
stirred into being.
Without even knowing,
we’re humbled into seeing.
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What would you do with four thousand weeks?
Slow down.
Question. Like a child.
Listen. To others, and yourself.
Laugh. Mostly at yourself.
Hope. Start with an intention.
Explore. So you’re just a little scared.
Fail. And learn.
Surrender. Que sera sera.
Be you. With extra openness and compassion.
Forgive. Especially yourself.
Love. Even when you want to hate.
The gift of four thousand weeks.
Or more.
Or less.
Be thankful.
For this one.
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