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HOW and Why
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Artistry from the mind with a breath of life from the soul,
a thousand thoughts and possibilities to make each creation whole.
The need to share what I felt when I gave the steel life,
for each piece is a feeling I never have twice.
I wish to share what I am so that all may understand,
that they hold part of me within the palm of their hand.
For as those who have gone and those yet to be,
their creations will remain for all the world to see.
So I create what I feel whether in steel, canvas or clay,
and share what's within with each passing day.
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THE WELL
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There is a well within this life where the waters of truth flow free,
for it is a hidden place within yourself that so many fail to see.
To find this hidden place you must have a thirst for what's within,
and be prepared for what you may receive before you drink them in.
For these waters can be dangerous for those not yet ready to receive,
for the force of truth within this well holds knowledge that some fear to believe.
Once you drink from this well you will never quench your thirst,
for as the waters of truth flow within your soul, each drink will be like the first.
These waters will wash away the haze so that you may clearly see,
that there is a well within yourself where the waters of truth flow free.
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Dare to Dream
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Life is a dream, in which all
people take part,
Where consciousness ends
and subconscious realities start.
Where everything you've wanted or
ever dreamed to be
can become real to your thoughts,
on the mind's endless sea.
You can fly across mountains
or travel galaxies afar,
Or see a new beginning like
the birth of a star.
For everything is as you make it
in life's flowing stream,
Because all things are possible
if you only dare to dream.
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Life's Mountains
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My life thus far has been a dream,
from which I've just awakened
I can see the hills and valleys I've trod
and the treacherous roads I have taken.
As l look back from the mountain I can see the shadows
and dark places through which I came.
But viewing it from this distance the shadowed path
doesn't seem the same.
When I came through these places
the shadows surrounded my entire soul,
But now they have little significance
when viewed as a whole.
They are but small places through
which each man must travel on life's road,
But there's always light on the other side
to which each man's success is owed
But now I carry this light with me
where darkness can never hide
for l have awakened from this dream on the mountain,
and I'm starting down the other side.
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Love
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What can this be, this thing that
I feel?
Is it an illusion or could it
be real?
It's like a feeling of growth that's
enhanced by the Sun
Like two seeds planted separately that
merge into one,
As they grow as one they produce
an indestructible vine
That draws its nourishment as it grows
up the steps of the spiritual mind
This vine is you and I as we grow
towards the light
And each day we will grow more quickly
as we emerge from the night
This thing that I feel that's explained in
the words above,
Is a complex definition of a powerful
word called Love.
(Written for Dellana)
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The Awakening
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I have just awakened from a
long sleep through the night.
Now the path that lies before
is much clearer in the light.
As I slept I had a dream where
I was trapped with no way out.
Surrounded by darkness, feelings of
fear and overwhelming doubt.
In my dream I had to choose
whether to flee or forever remain.
To use the gifts within me, or
let fear and doubt restrain
I was shown a door through which I could pass,
but what lay beyond I could not see.
Again I was asked to choose whether
to remain or to flee.
The door was slowly closing and my
time was running out.
I new I must pass through this
door and overcome my doubt.
I stepped through the door and was
awakened by the light
For my fears and doubts were just
a dream during a long sleep through the night.
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The Gift
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People give gifts
in many different ways,
They can be in a smile, a word
or a phrase
They can wrap them with paper and
ribbons and bows,
Or can come in the form of a
sweet smelling rose.
Gifts are given in times of sadness, and
also times of joy.
Like a loving card of sympathy, or a
bright new toy.
But the sweetest gifts in life, all
must come from within
The ones that are given without reason
over and over again.
The gifts I have been given, have
been very few,
But one of the sweetest I can recall
has been given from you.
You may not even know all the
gifts you have to share,
The way you talk and smile, or the
way you need to care.
I hope someday I can give a gift
that means as much.
Though you may not be able to see it,
or feel it with a touch
The gifts I have to offer are not
reserved for special days,
For people give gifts in many different ways.
( Written For Dellana)
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The Place No One's Been
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Welcome to the place to where
no one has been.
It's a place you can't see unless
you are standing within.
Walk with me here and we will learn
from the light,
How to sharpen our senses and
extend our sight.
We will share in the power that we've
been given in our lives
And we will see things that can't be seen
with mere mortal eyes.
For what we share is a gift that we have,
just begun to see,
It's like the last present at Christmas
that's hidden behind the tree.
It's been there all along but you never
saw it before
For is was hidden by the shadows that
covered it on the floor.
We will open it together and share what's
within.
For the card says "Welcome", to the
place where no one's been.
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Time
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Deep inside the subconscious realm
of one's mind
Lies the answers to all the questions
since man's creation of time.
For time is man's creation,
a measurement of motion, or a distance of light,
But beyond the boundaries of the flesh
there is no exstence of day or night.
Inside your inner self there is a door
to another place,
But yet it often remains closed to those
who can't see beyond time and space.
Once you pass through this door all
physical things cease to exist,
Your energy is freed from its strain
like the opening of a tightly clenched fist.
All the beauty that was visible
on this earthly place
Cannot compare to having the power to control
all time and space.
The greatest gift to have is to pass in and out
this door at will,
To control the magic and be able to
make time stand still.
To understand that your age cannot be counted
by hundreds of years,
And to know that your feelings are beyond
those of joy and sad flowing tears.
So we grow in this life,
in man's nonexistent time,
And try to reveal the secrets
in the subconscious realm of one's mind.
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