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Most Aesthetic And Stable

A Focus On Creation

In the eye, each beholder sees what is well known
On the integral surface of subconscious ways
That become human racial. The hatred all share
Figures mass-self-destructive a bloody affair.
Amid worldwide affliction there’s reason for praise
For the helpers whose love for all is clearly shown.

Taking care of the necessary gruesome task
Of transforming disaster to what was before,
Many toil with no notice nor means of support.
We may see our redemption in folks of that sort.
Though we seem suicidal, what is at our core
Is emergent compassion with no need to ask.

Passion looks like responsible with a kind heart
And an uncommon willingness to share the peace
That is found in stability in the ideal
That we all come from one source whose presence is real.
Lessons are given to us so we can release
What may cause our extinction and then a restart.

Compassion

TheMagicRealist.com

When you are not identified with anything
Then you will become virtuous absolutely.
Only then you are capable of compassion.
If in some way you’re biased then you will have none.
You can be most compassionate genuinely.
It exudes from the heart in a loving wellspring.

I can be sympathetic to a certain cause.
Can I call that compassion? It’s compassionless.
The root word here is passion. It means energy
In the form of behavior that’s not about me.
I am somewhat deficient in that, I confess,
As sometimes in attempting, I wait for applause.

All encompassing passion about everything
Precludes pity or sympathy for anyone.
Everyone is as oneself, and life is a breeze.
One becomes an example that everyone sees
As a person of virtue. It’s not a reason
To become self-appeasing. Just let the heart sing.

Our Daily Bread

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Is the love of Our Father the love of mankind?
The man part of mankind may believe that it’s so.
But the woman part may have done well in its role
Had the tables been turned and they had much control
Of complex social structures. How much could I know
If I thought with my heart and I felt with my mind?

Yet I shouldn’t feel guilt should I cast not an eye
Upon what may distract me from what is my whole.
There is wholeness in everyone – even in he
Who believes he is hopeless most obviously.
Not a thing I can do can recover his soul.
As the next one ignores him, how soon will he die?

I’ve been down on my luck. I get out every day
And see all kinds of people – some needy… some not.
Then, I think of Our Mother. Who else could that be
But the woman who gave birth and took care of me?
We are cellular siblings. When put on the spot
We know daily delivery is the right way.