Mid-February

We can’t keep doing 

what we want. We need to start 

doing what we must

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I wonder 

what it was 

I was worried about 

last year on this date.

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Seeing the sun 

peek over the hills,

feeling the world awaken.

Ahhhh...

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I choose to nurture

seeds of understanding and

compassion. Pure joy.

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We “own” our home.

Do we really?

Half a million dollars

says no way.

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A house of wood,

caulk, paint, nails,

becomes a home,

only because of you.

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Compassion without borders.

This sounds like a fine concept,

don’t you think?

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Please don’t ask me to march

for peace or social justice.

Bone spurs, you know.

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When I mix

talent with love,

I do anticipate 

a miracle.

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Becoming Super-man

I feel

an urgency

to get moving.

I have someone

to be.

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If my words offend you,

please forgive me.

My filters fail me,

sometimes.

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My thoughts are like clouds.

They are just passing by, and

some look like bunnies.

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My curiosity empowers me.

I prefer interest to fear.