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Like wind,

Just air,

gently,

Yes, ever so gently,

Caressing you,

As a kiss,

Blown directly to you,

From that perfect essence,

That with our child like minds,

We refer to,

As God.

So,

Peace baby.

        J

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There really is no reason to worry at all.

Everything, everything is already taken care of.

It’s all in motion.

So rest.

Give up the fight.

It’s ok.

You cannot change a thing.

You’re just going for a ride.

You don’t even have to hold on.

Stop worrying.

Rest.

Go with the flow.

Like a leaf on a river.

I will make you a promise.

The moment you really let go,

everything will work out.

You will see that all your struggle,

was for nothing.

Just sit still.

Do nothing.

Rest.

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Sit in silence.

You can sit anywhere you like.

You don’t have to sit with me.

The silence near me

isn’t any better

than the silence over there

or anywhere else

for that matter.

Sit where you want.

 

 

 

Are you paying attention

to the wind?

Watch it

in relationship

to your own level of depth.

It is like a moving secret

that carries with it

an intimacy with the infinite.

Love brings with it this sweet

caress.

 

 

The toy

is sitting still

in the corner of the room.

It is not demanding attention

yet the child

is compelled to look at it.

The toy

does not expect a decision

but the child considers.

Shall we play?

 

 

 

 

At the parade,

for only a moment,

the veil

slipped off the face

of the young princess.

As others scurried away,

a lonely beggar gazed in awe.

Then he approached the guard

offering his head.

 

 

 

No matter how thick

the wall is,

if we consider diligently

we can usually find a door

or a gate.

It is always there.

Or perhaps

you could go another way.

 

 

 

 

The end of a war

rarely means peace.

The brutal manipulation

just seems to be finished

and someone

gets their way.

 

 

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Give up,

you are more

than the simplicity

that you have entangled

yourself in.

If I kiss you,

will you open

your eyes?

I only want you

to see.

How happy

you will be

to know

that all this,

all of it,

is only

an illusion.

You are

so much

more than that.

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Sohbet,

 the act of  empty listening.

Only just leaning or reaching.

Paying perfect attention in

such a gentle manner.

Yielded, vulnerability.

Non-existent

as only dust

or molecules

blowing away

in the wind.

                 J