993 Escape Velocity from my free poem web site poems-by-papyrous Seven they say, not six or three miles per second, we need. As we comply with gravity to make space-thought a deed. Obedience in every way to Mother Nature’s Laws, allows our space-dreams room to play by-passing Human flaws. To disobey will mean to fail, in foolish unconcern. Mistake the minnow for the whale – God’s lessons to discern. Now “merging” is as good a name, if opposites are true. It turns on how we play the game – how hard our point of view. Man’s given plenty to defeat, ego’s non-compliant. Where “I” and “Me” grow obsolete, “we” are less defiant. Going within’s another thing. The good can strengthen will, and yes imprudence has its sting, and calmness is a skill. This slow science of subtle force, where virtue plays its part (as stepping stones to reach the Source) finds mind obeying heart. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 28, 2006; 6:28 A.M.) 994 Message To Myself September 2, 2006 They say we’re made of dust. I think they’ve gone too far. We’re beautiful I trust, quite like the bright of star. Our minds do cloud that light. Reactions have their way. A focus on delight strengthens our everyday. Yes, karmic jails we fill, from whim to cruelest mood, as slow we turn our will from lack of gratitude. Masters of destruction, your thought will take its toll. Masters of construction, heart knows love is the goal. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 2, 2006; 5:42 A.M.)
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