'Tws a dark and stormy night, the Cosmic Moon and Stars shinning bright Kicking, screaming we enter onto this planet of learning. Aren't we a sight! Devoid of earthly values, empty of everything save god's grace Then slowly but surely we begin to fill up all that empty space. Forgetting we are spirit in human form, here just for a short period of time We step down from our Cosmic heritage so we can play in the slime. It is interesting to note whether we remember it or not All that happens to us here on Planet Earth, we created, we begot. We be tied to our past, of this life time or some other That provides a built in excuse to changing, so why bother? Creatures of patterns we are, so is all living matter, I think But we look to place blame elsewhere, 'cause we don't like our own stink. Life here on Planet Earth really is worthwhile, it really is fun Evolutionary growing experiences we live, it's changing patterns we seem to shun. We whine, we cry, we bemoan our fate, onto others our lot in life we blame Somehow we keep forgetting to remember that repeating ourselves is really insane. But in the greater scheme of things the Grand Lady Universe does not really care 'Cause it's up to each of us to awaken, of ourselves to become aware. Is there a key to solve this Great Cosmic Learning Game that we play? Like little lost sheep seeking, searching -- for what? Maybe it's all irrelevant anyway? From others we are taught how to act, what to think, how to be I am tired of being trained to be shark bait in this vast Cosmic Sea. Information we all have within us concerning most everything we want to know Become aware, awaken, open ourselves to Universal Love, the creator of this Cosmic Show. The puzzle we think we have solved, entry through our locked doors we finally obtain Now we think life will be smooth, no more enigmas, maybe our sanity we have regained. Old patterns broken, new patterns begin to form, we realize we are but a player in the game More puzzles, more questions of life to answer, we are once again driven insane. Does it matter whether we are inside or outside of the locked door Will our quest in this Great Cosmic Learning Game ever end, or is there always more? So it is written ... So it is ... ... Jay W. Gasaway: [1/10/97] (c)Birth sign: Not entered
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