A Birth

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An angel has arrived at dawn
When a new child is born
It is a combination
Made into a new creation
It is worth a celebration
Of a new generation
Counting fingers and toes
Complete with eyes, mouth, nose
(Grand) parents play a major part
To love them with all their Heart
Let children become the bridge
To overcome every conflict
When children red, black, yellow, white
Become a “Warrior” of the Light

Control

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In our lives it plays a major role
EVERYTHING we love to control:
Being cautious to not fall in a hole…
To over thinking it all

It is like a spider web
Protecting us for every “misstep”
A feeling we need to un wrap
To see it is actually a trap!

Being alert for all exceptions
Protecting us from deceptions
It weighs on our shoulder
Perhaps we should be a beholder:

Instead of controlling the “if’s”
We could see it as our gifts
We could try to become flexible
Instead of always being sensible

Awaiting

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There is something hanging in the air
When I want to catch it, it is no longer there
It tastes soft and sweet
Like a very special treat
I see it with my eyes closed
I still smell it with my nose

There is something hanging in the air
I can feel it, it can be anywhere
I try to keep it in my little red purse
Because I want it to rehearse
It “sounds” like something new
Different but true

There is something hanging in the air
For everyone, everywhere
It feels very supportive
Dormant,  important
A whole new performance
Overwhelming, enormous

(Sorry, sometimes when I publish a poem
something goes totally wrong:)))

Dogs

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There are many pets
Like mice and rats
Rabbits and frogs
Cats and dogs:

They sneak
They freak
They walk
And stalk
They bitch
When they itch
I can also tell
They smell
They are lazy
And crazy

But:
They sit at the door
On the cold floor
To wait
When you are late
Give you a paw
When the Heart is sore
They keep me sane
When I am in pain
They always share enough
PURE LOVE

Our tools

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Fingers can:
Touch and crush
Join and point
Make and take

Hands that:
Stroke and broke
Lead and beat
Take Care and/
Create war fare

Arms that embrace
Or those that disgrace
They are our tools
Don’t use them as fools
They can be cruel, and rule
Please use them as your “jewels’

Emotional Pain

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Pointing fingers does not heal
The way that you feel
For a problem to dissolve
You need to get involved

We always want to arrange
The other one to change
We try to postpone
The moment to feel alone

No matter who did … it
You are feeling the sh.t
You are on an emotional train
Facing your shame and pain

Write, paint, dance talk
Or do any kind of sports
Dont disguise
Your shadow side

Befriending the inner enemy
Will change your destiny
It is your greatest gift
Yourself and others to forgive

Being

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Being
is Seeing
Feeling
Hearing

Be the “exponent”
In your life moment
Don’t let it last
What happened in the past
Don’t run
For the future to come

Do not despair
Just be aware
What is there
And take care