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Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot

Informed Through Pain

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

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Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?

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When My Blues Are Gone

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TONIGHT

I WILL RETURN

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Think On This--IF YOU WOULD

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I Write This To Remember

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The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

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the earth is our mother

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Think On This--IF YOU WOULD


its exhausting
all the arguing
all the killing
the disagreeing
the wars
the words of hate
the inner and outer noise of it

its even more exhausting for me
because of where I came from
I cannot seem to turn it off

I hurt too much
I feel too much
I think too often
I dream too much
I revise the world nightly
in my dreams
or my dreams revise me

I heard human animals being described
as pure consciousness
either individual spiritual beings
or one singular spiritual being
that its possible we could be part
of one another
an ocean with many larger and smaller waves
making an entire ocean

how then could I hate
how then could I deceive
how then could I abuse
another
if they were part of me
would I not only
be harming myself

I must think on this

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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World






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