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Sleepless nights, wondering what comes s next.
Everything's new now, so what is right?
Nothing I've done before now, counts anymore.
It is all fresh now, and I let it all go
The newness comes from somewhere of it's own, now.
I know not from whence,
And yet I know that it's alright now - this poem,
I call "Newness" (Some, I think, call it "life")?
The mind of the awakened
is clear and bright
as it thinks all day
and it thinks all night
Letting the old thoughts go
For the new ones to come
The asleep cannot go
where the awakened have gone
Friendship is patience, sharing, giving
Neither bragging, nor stooping to lying nor decieving
Looking for no profit of it's own, but acting
accordingly in each moment with truth and understanding
It acts in kindness always, with lack of arrogance
not seeking recompense, never holding grudges
but with heart of forgiveness and acceptance
never failing, never losing faith nor trust
But having said this, it is in truth transcendent
of any time or space or words
for it is the reality, the faith, the hope, the power
It is the healing of the world; It's Love
I disagree with one thing that others usually say in that
I do NOT believe it needs to be of the "mutual" kind...
Amongst those who walk not in Love, WE still can...
...and thereby, we can... our true hearts, find.
Of course, if it IS mutual, that is a most special touch
and so much more power could that make
but who can think like this? Wouldn't that shake
the internal preconceptions of this world just a bit too much?