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By helping others do you grow.
In this way true love you show.
You set aside the self a while
And help another soul to smile.

To volunteer your time is great.
Some may say you are a saint.
But let it not go to your head,
The many things that may be said.

You know inside that what you do
Comes back again to affect you.
What goes to others bounces back.
When much you give, you feel no lack.

To volunteer of time and self
Is to discover newfound wealth.
It shows you a new way to think
When with another you forge a link.

So ask yourself, what is your gift
That you can use to give a lift.
And in this way impact the whole
By sharing what’s inside your soul.

Bellows stoke the fire.
Air does fan the flames.
What began as just a spark
Now as a giant roar remains.

The path to your awakening
Is a bit like this.
There is no turning back, my friend,
Once you do taste the bliss.

You have that tiny spark right now.
It’s waiting to be fanned.
By thoughts and dreams and wishes,
And beliefs that once you banned.

So open up your mind and heart,
And fan the flames with glee.
This path you have embarked upon
Is the one that sets you free.

Gather your wits about you …
What exactly does this mean?
To make sense of what you see
And the spaces in between.

You do never know as much
As the mind will make you think
And so for far more wisdom
From Spirit’s font do you now drink.

Feel not so bounded by your self
For bounded you are not.
The source of all you seek outside
Inside you have you got.

While man can see about as far
As the horizon there before him,
There are spirit guides who wait to help.
They never do ignore him.

You have this source of help right now.
It’s at your beck and call
Awaiting just to lift you up
If you should ever fall.

So gather, yes, your wits right now
And ask for guidance true
For you are linked eternally
With guides who work with you.

Fever means the head burns hot.
A healthy body have you not.
From where does come this bad dis-ease?
From trying hard ego to please.

When ego’s role you focus on
You fail to see it’s all a con—
A false belief that you reside
In a form you can divide.

You are not the form at all.
It’s spirit’s name who you does call.
“Acknowledge me,” this voice does cry.
“My presence please do not deny.”

There’s only love, not separate lives.
In spite of how the ego strives
To make you think you stand apart
Instead of all joined by the heart.

When separation you believe,
All cells inside you do deceive.
And in this way you do create
A most unpleasant inner state.

The end result is often ills
That lead you to resort to pills
When illness could have been prevented
If from deception you repented.

See now your oneness with all things
And feel the peace that seeing brings.
Give love to self and to your brother
For, in fact, there is no other.

All are reflections of the Source.
Through all veins God’s love does course.
So keep this always close at mind
And far more harmony you’ll find.

See the world through brand new eyes.
This happens when you realize
That you have lived ‘til now a lie.
The thought that you were only “I”.

You live, my friend, in every thing.
You are the song the bird does sing,
The flower, and the drop of dew…
All share the thing that makes you You.

Forget the body with its aches,
For it’s the greatest of mistakes
To touch the skin and think it’s real,
Because its surface you can feel.

What’s truly real is what does last,
And lives now eternal, not in the past.
The part of you that’s true and whole?
This is what you call the soul.

You hear a whisper in your ear
But the voice at first, it is not clear.
Who is that speaking to me there?
Can I believe this? Do I dare?

This is a voice that came with you.
It was there inside you as you grew.
And walk it does now, at your side,
For in your soul it does reside.

Your soul itself it is the source
Of this ever-present, guiding force
That speaks to you in whispers soft
And gives you guidance ever oft’.

But do you listen as you should,
And do its bidding, as it would?
We ask you now to heed this voice.
Yes, knowing you do have a choice.

The voice of Spirit does not err,
And for your peace does truly care.
But you must listen well, my dear,
If this voice you are to hear.

Be not stubborn. Yes, give in,
And heed the words you hear within.
They come with love; they come to heal.
For God’s great wisdom they reveal.

Look deep inside the dark entrance of love
Rarely are its gates so open and inviting
What are we so desperately trying to hide

If the doors are left open too often we fail
To protect the sanctuary of our own heart
And over time we will become downtrodden

So its important to keep the gates closed
Allow only the truly deserving to enter
Experience us in all our light and happiness

Take the time to learn about each other
Such that our time becomes so immortal
And not just measured by light or distance

Seek to conquer our own fears foremost
Then and only then will we ever discover
The sanctuary of our greatest treasure

The sanctuary of our souls is so created
When we defend our innermost being
Identify and discover peace, serenity, and joy

She said, "I love you!"
He said, " My love for you is true, but my race is going extinct!"
She said, "All my love my heart can give is all I have, and all my heart I can only give to you,"
He said, "Could the love in my heart be enough?"
She replied, "I don't know?"

Human beings are inherently Social creatures. we like gather
Group,and share in memories and experience, and we find a lot
Of unique ways.so times ways to do so. As times have changed,
Technology advances have exploded into view, and new forms of
Communication were created and we’ve gotten less social in many ways, isolated were created,though connected, digitally tethered but Adift.still, we gether for aot of same reasons,and as ways, insolated were created, and we get older, they all tend to be centered around food and drink, and entertainment ranging from bewfests to concerts, movies to plays, house parties to clubs.
While all of these are amazing ways to connect, to combine with other like-madied and inspired people, they aren’t the only options And sometimes, a subtle shift in how social needs with that leaves us completely breathless?what if we shared memories that were centered not on food and drink, but on drisovery, on awe? What if we opened our eyes just a bit wider and saw so much more together?

Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.