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Speak in simple terms. Seek to be understood. Strive for clarity. And be patient. Keep an open mind, and Show empathy. Be kind. The world needs gentleness. Touch it with loving hands. Remember: where you go, Others have surely gone, As others will surely follow. Cry, if you must, but seek, After, the laughter. When you balance things, You will always find more good Than bad, more laughter Than tears, more joy Than sorrow. This is your world, and The world is also what you Make it. It is all quite Simple, really – as simple As the terms you use. Go, then, and speak softly.
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My Mind Could Be A Garden
© Richard Doiron
My mind could be a garden Where a wealth of wonders grow With bird and bee come dancing Pollinating every row My mind could be a canvas Such blossoms bold and teeming Myself to pinch and waken from This awesome state of dreaming My mind could be a meadow Where the yearling comes to lie Where welcome peace is ageless Where the ancients came to die
Personal Prayer
© Richard Doiron
Let me live in the moment, O my God. Let me spread my wings and fly. Let me transcend my fears. Let me love. By the dust of Your Earth was I given form. By Your Breath was I given life. By Your Wisdom was I given thought. By Your Love was I given heart. From Your Great Unknown the wonder of my soul; From the wonder of my soul my reverence; From my reverence mention of Your Name; From mention of Your Name my destiny. Deny me not Your Wise Counsels, O my God. Deny me not the Power and the Glory. Deny me not the stirring in my soul. Deny me not the endlessness of time. Let me live in the moment, O my God. Let me spread my wings and fly. Let me transcend my fears. Let me love.
The Children of the Light
© Richard Doiron
Behold this day the Children of the Light! The eyes that see the haloes well discern: Upon the Mount, in colours lily-white, Such meetings held that Time dared not adjourn! From ages past, the echoes of the Seers – The "Keepers" come, to turn the thing around: The neophytes are now the pioneers, Their faithful feet upon this hallowed ground! Take in the pies that they would make of mud, And hear the words their "babbling" would bestow: There’s wisdom, now, that comes at us a flood, And it’s from babes, as pure as driven snow! Behold this day the Children of the Star, The Hands of Fate inside the cookie jar! Back to topThe Sum Total of One
© Richard Doiron
The stage was set before the dawn of time When light was still a thing to factor in The steps be steep we yet are made to climb The worlds outside as well as those within All things in time will make it to the fore If we’d debate the measures of the mile The push is on, there always will be more The best of it but hidden for awhile And so it goes resources are accrued It matters not perceptions are awry In time of course a change of attitude When understood the limit is the sky There’s nothing new beneath the searing sun When fully grasped that everything is oneBack to top
