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Way Back Home (Poem)

We start on the journey,

Fired up with faith,

Telling ourselves all types of things,

To stay in the game.

Declaring out loud,

We’ll never turn back,

We’re victors and not quitters,

Among the pact.

Then adversities come,

Knocking at the door,

Demanding to give in,

And forget what we know.

Everything can be a mystery,

And a puzzle,

In a deep world,

Of right or wrong.

We grapple with peace,

In a world of love and hate,

Our perspective is damaged,

As we march along in rage.

Let’s lose the self sabotaging lens,

Receive the divine,

And remember our core.

It’s a journey,

Of trial and error,

As we follow our soul.

Intuition and choices,

Delays and detours,

All leading back

To God.

As we contemplate and reflect,

We conclude,

There’s no right or wrong,

Simply experiences, remembering,

And intuition,

To guide us back home.

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Praising Falun Gong (Sonnet)

Let’s sing a song of praise for Falun Gong,

In China, on the other side of the globe.

A practice of truthfulness and compassion,

A group who seeks peace and forbearance. 

They are tortured, brainwashed and killed, 

In a nation constantly under attack.

CCP coerces them to give in,

And subject them to acts of cruelty.

Though true to their beliefs, 

They’ll even risk death and torture,

To proclaim freedom and peace.

How has the world become so corrupt?

Will it take another few million dead?

Or will we stop it before the next?

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The Falun Gong Mission (Sonnet)

As I lie awake in bed beneath my sheets,

In the comfort and safety of my home.

I cannot believe this insanity just next door,

For Falun Gong, the other side of the globe.

Practitioners are dying, tortured, and brutalized,

And despised and blamed though innocent.

The sad part is these fellow human beings,

Are mere mortals seeking newfound peace,

In a world where freedom is constantly targeted, 

For control and power and fear of the unknown.

How can we allow this profanity to occur?

Where enslavement and torture is the norm,

For a group who practices freedom and love,

Where compassion is their primary goal.

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Choices From Our Soul (Poem)

Is there a right or wrong?

Or are there simply better choices,

That agree with our soul?

The minute we think, we got it right,

We stumble again, on unknown path.

Because life is expansion,

From the divine,

As we make up the rules,

And stand by its side.

Nothing is static,

A constant motion,

We’re simply moulding,

Life again.

Do we love this life,

Or do we dread the unknown?

Or fear the mountains,

That stand tall,

And never cease to be,

Its terrifying piece.

When we stop and reflect,

We realize there’s no right or wrong,

Simply choices, that guide us back home.

As we stumble, upon the answer,

We realize we were never wrong.

Simple journey,

Simple learning,

Or remembering what we knew,

So we can take this insight,

Into our newfound life,

And shout out loud, to the divine.

Saying we’re born again,

Let’s dream out loud,

In this illusionary world,

Where we think out loud,

And write the script.

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The Hand is Always There (Poem)

You’re silent and drifting away,

Perhaps you don’t recognize,

All the help by your side.

You seclude yourself every day,

Your mind wonders in rage.

There’s more than one approach,

Than secluding yourself in disguise.

Open up,

Explain yourself,

Disclose the thoughts,

Running through your head.

No judgment,

No Truth is to blame,

Just open up,

Let us help you today.

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Look Within

Have you ever heard of someone who’s always grumpy, complaining, and pessimistic about life? Can he have a fabulous life? Even if he did have a fabulous life, he wouldn’t recognize it, therefore, he wouldn’t be happy. Do you want to be the bitter pessimistic person, or do you want to be the optimistic, and appreciative survivor? A sour outlook on life will never get you anywhere. Be the person who says I’m going to be positive and grateful despite negative circumstances or conditions. Danny G.

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Face Life and What’s Lurking Inside (Sonnet)

My greatest fears were surfacing,

In a world of reality irrational thinking. 

Held so long so deep inside of me,

Distorted into illusionary space.  

Voices speculating in unfamiliar ways,

As they were forcefully dominating their game.

Leaping out in their own disguises, 

Trying to convince me of heartbreaking lies.  

I acknowledge, it was all my creation, 

That created this illusionary space.

Not wanting to face my world inside,

So I created an escape from human life.

I can see the astonishing correlation, 

Face life and what’s lurking inside. 

 

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Living Consciously

Don’t sleep walk and live carelessly, or you’ll end up living a lie with many troubles. Contemplate your motives and actions, so that in the end, you won’t regret your choices, and you will be pleased you made a decision to live consciously. Danny G.

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All Power is From Within

Every disease is caused by one of these three things-thoughts, words or actions. Every failure is derived from either thoughts, words or actions. Every success is derived from thoughts, words or actions. 

Saying disease, failure or success comes from another source other than our thoughts, words and actions is to deny our own power and control over the situation. Denying our power over the situation is saying all outcome comes from an outside force, in which we have no control. 

Whenever you say an outcome is from an outside force, you lose all control, since you have no control over anything that is outside of you. The only control you have is through your thoughts, words and actions.

Other people’s behavior and the world at large is out of your control. The only power you have over others and the world is through your power of influence. You cannot choose for them. The only control you have over events and circumstances, is your reaction, which has the power to change the situation positively or negatively. 

All action stems from thoughts and words. All words stem from thoughts. First you have the thought, then you speak about it, then you act on it. Think about something long enough you speak about it, and then you speak about it long enough, you act on it.

There can’t be a universe without thoughts nor can there be a disease without thoughts that created it. Nor can there be failures or success without thoughts that created it. It’s our thoughts, words and actions which writes the story of our lives and the universe.

Lifestyle choices, stress, worrying, pessimism, despair, fear, and feelings of vulnerability all create our lives including disease, or any type of failure. The only reason we don’t know thoughts are the primary cause for these negative creations is because we’ve been thinking about it for so long that we accepted it as our reality. We’ve accepted this reality as our truth and beliefs. We bury these thoughts for so long and we do nothing to confront them, and then the thoughts become our everyday conversation and experience. 

The answer to change this current reality is to write another story and to continue speaking about it even if your current reality contradicts your new and improved story. You need to continue to declare it until this new story becomes your beliefs and expectations and inevitably your new life story.

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Letting Go (Poem)

As before I was searching for meaning,

Through others and approval.

I can’t fathom the belittling,

Through friends,

And peers.

The teacher who would be constantly 

On my case.

About not listening,

And being spaced out,

All day.

Too serious and in my head.

As he made comments,

And mockery,

Without end.

I hated school,

Got mostly Cs,

Just to say I was passing.

Too busy in my own world,

Of music, horse-play,

And band gigs.

Although the words still ring,

Loudly in my ears,

About being stupid and socially weird,

And busy in my own world,

Of depression and fear of my own.

As I contemplate,

The journey and the steep hill,

My resurrection from the pit,

Of disguise and depression,

My self-made misery

Of despair.

Though others simply mirrored back

What I felt.

As I reflect,

On the mountain,

And the dangers,

Of the storm.

It all shaped who I am,

As I molded the clay,

Revived myself from the pit,

Sought myself,

And the divine,

And let go of the past.