i'm leavin the flatlands
the hills too steep to climb
i'm leavin the prarie
the hedge rows, the tree lines
i've done my share, i've done my time

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Be happy. It is one way of being wise.

I want to beg you, as much as I can,
to be patient toward all that is unsolved
in your heart and to try to love the questions
themselves like locked rooms and like books
that are written in a very foreign tongue.

Do not seek the answers, which cannot
be given you because you would not be able
to live them.

And the point is to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps you will then gradually,
without noticing it, live along
some distant day into the answer.

There's something in the way she moves,
Or looks my way, or calls my name,
That seems to leave this troubled world behind.
And if I'm feeling down and blue,
Or troubled by some foolish game,
She always seems to make me change my mind.

Chorus:
And I feel fine anytime she's around me now,
She's around me now
Just about all the time
And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now,
She's been with me now quite a long, long time
And I feel fine.___________

It isn't what she's got to say
But how she thinks and where she's been
To me, the words are nice, the way they sound
I like to hear them best that way
It doesn't much matter what they mean
If she says them mostly just to calm me down

Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning
And I find myself careening
Into places where I should not let me go.
-- She has the power to go where no one else can find me
And to silently remind me
Of the happiness and the good times that I know, got to know

Where could I run, Where could I hide
Where could I go, Where you are not
Where could I be, Where you dont see
All of these demons chasing me
What kind of sin could I find myself in
Where you wouldnt stop
The world from spinning 'round and 'round
When it seems like I am upside down
But in YOur comfort I have found
A safe place to fall

And I'll be Alright
safe inside
stayin' alive
as long as you are watching over me

Where could I go where I dont know
All of the comfort You bestow
Where could I fall, where could Iland
Where I'm not resting in Your hand
How could I stray too far away
Were you won't leave the ninety- nine
To come and bring me back
And put me on Your shoulders and
carry me around Your neck
Untill it's safe to walk

And Ii will be fine
'cause you are by my side
and I'll be ok
'cause you're with me every day
This one this is sure
I could never, ever ask for more

And I'll be alright
safe inside
stayin' alive
As long as you are watching over me

Kids scream with laughter.
Mothers run through the grass to find their children.
Fathers console their wives,
brothers beat their sisters,
and sisters scream at their brothers.
But what do we do about it, we think
"What a great family."

If I have wounded any soul today,
If I have caused one foot to go astray,
If I have walked in my own willful way,
Dear Lord, forgive.

If I have uttered idle words or vain,
If I have turned aside from want or pain,
Lest I offend some other through the strain,
Dear Lord, forgive.

If I have been perverse, or hard, or cold,
If I have longed for shelter in the fold,
When thou hast given me some fort to hold,
Dear Lord, forgive.

Forgive the sins I have confessed to thee,
Forgive the secret sins I do not see;
O guide me, love me, and my keeper be.
Dear Lord, Amen.

I look across this vast, flowing field
to the enormous hardwood forest.

A field of wheat, infinite amber grains
lay as a floor to the forest wall.

The dome of the wall of trees stands jagged,
etching the borderline of boundless heavens.

Encompassing blue covers, without smothering,
the earth with her benevolent beauty.

What feeling is this--
one of expansion, thrilling and pulsing?

Is it my heart?

Surely my soul.

It must be released.

It is free. It glides through the wheat.

It feels the beauty of manifold plants.

It experiences the presence of infintesimal particles,
acknowledging their messages.

It flees through the woods with their life and serenity,
animated but peaceful--a satisfying calm.

It bubbles with rapture.

I now conceive what I experience--
a bubble.

One on the surface of space
with a flat bottom and beautiful, arching dome.

Within the bubble is a world in itself,
yet the bubble is a world among many,
is a part of something else.

Perhaps a larger, perfect sphere?

Truly a huge bubble that has burst into the universe.

My soul must cease lingering in perennial daydream,
and explore its own circle first.

Now through the sky,
expanding,
expanding;

Soul now of magnanimous size, regard your tiny cell,
your empty shell where you are oft held captive.

Tiny, microscopic, the bubble grows minute.

Rescind from exploded universe,
explore your own sphere while free.

You have made everything wondrous, alive.

All exhales soul: fields, forest, sky.
The shell is no more but will return.

The souls unite unified, varied but as a whole.

I am with love.

I am with fields, forests, skies, universe.

I am part of all souls,
expanding,
expanding.

I am with God

I am in God.

All to myself I think of you

Think of the things we used to do

Think of the things we used to say

Think of each happy yesterday.

Somtimes I sigh, Somtimes I smile

But I keep each olden, golden while

all to myself.

A sluggish pull
Gently weighing on my eyelids
Spoken words
Blurring in my ears

Heaviness tugging softly
On my head
Quietly, tenderly,
Inviting me forward

A small reluctant step
Toward the quiet, soft peace
Easing me along,
Takes away all resistance.

All worries melt away;
All sound comes to a lull;
And peace emerses me
And takes me to fly.