The Tribal flux,
Looks for no acquittal.
Today we are no different,
Than all the Others,
The Country is living,
Its saddest hours…

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Preach so much,
And do so little,
To practice,
True human touch.

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So much
And yet,
We still haven’t
Learned
How to get along
Prisoners and slaves
Of our primitive passions
Limiting,
The scope
Of inner compassion.
.

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As many Mysteries,
As Spheres,
That turn around
Without colliding,
While we wonder,
Who conducts
Their silent gears?
But the biggest
Mysteries of all
Are,
Love and Life,
For we know not
What
The Miracle of Love
Is all about,
Nor what we’re,
Doing here,
As life,
Goes in and out
From this,
Our blessed, Sphere.

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