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 Sep 2015 End4Jane
Mike Hauser
You are
The great I Am
On which I stand

and i am
just a man
a grain of sand

You are
Master Creator
Nothing missed

and i am
the partaker
in all you give

You are
The gentle nudge
On my heart

and i am
always in search
of where you are

You are
The One in control
Of all of this

and i am
on the ride
to where that is

You are
The true lover
Of my soul

and i am
in desperate need
of you to know

You are
The very beginning
As well as the end

and i am
in your hands
until then
 Sep 2015 End4Jane
Mike Hauser
when we are without our clothes
no one knows our rags nor riches
no one knows our highs nor lows
when we are without our stitches

when we are all naked stark
no one knows just who we are
nor do they know the part
that we play in life's shopping cart

you may ask what am i suggesting
perhaps we should all go naked
we'd then be on equal footing
and wouldn't that there be a blessing
 Sep 2015 End4Jane
Mike Hauser
You catch them hanging out
Pretty much on the edge
Of the cranium
Where they like to lay their eggs

They keep you remembering
All that you should know
If you need to have a name
They go by the mindful

Once the eggs have hatched
You'll be mindful of this and that
Keeping you on your guard
Of what should be done and said

Into your brain they will burn
All in life we need to learn
Keeping an eye on those around
Is mostly the mindful's concern

They take it to task amongst themselves
To be mindful of everyone else
For after all isn't that
What a mindful life is all about

So don't be scared, don't be afraid
When you feel an itching of the brain
It's just the mindful laying ground
Soon enough to be paved

Making sure the road ahead's
Not too bumpy or too rough
As you're on your way to what
You should be mindful of
 Sep 2015 End4Jane
Peter Cullen
She is
The Keeper of the Flame.
A beacon, on an ancient grave.
Upon the earth
where wild things roam.
She takes her rest
under the Sun.

And then at night,
under the moon.
She sits beside
the cold stone tombs.
Guided by awoken dreams,
reflected faces in the stream.

And as the wolves
begin to howl.
She's searching,
for the sacred owl.
The knowing eyes,
that guide the way.
The wind upon
eternal flames.

The winds that whistle
in her ear.
The voice, that always
draws her here.
Upon the earth,
where wild things lie.
She tends the flame
and wonders why.
 Sep 2015 End4Jane
Jude Jaden
Land of beautiful mind,
Blown billions words of wisdom,
Handed flawless peace in every heart.
 Aug 2015 End4Jane
Mike Hauser
I know a man

That sails the ocean blue

In a paddle boat

That's built for two

When he reaches the shore

Throws rocks at the moon

He's often been curious

As to what it would do

If one of them struck

The moon in the eye

Would the moon then like him

To love be blind
 Aug 2015 End4Jane
Mike Hauser
Before this day is over
Before light fades to gray
Before all this comes to an end
God will have his say

Before the eye has blinked its last
We all must heed the call
Before the ship let's down its mast
Before the night falls...

As the heart beat slowly fades
Before the caskets laid
Before the show is over
God will have his say

Before the cold winds blow
And mighty kingdoms crumble
Before the end of all we know
Before the night falls...

Before the last breath escapes
Before the final resting place
Before sorrow fills the heart
God will have his say

We all must be about the work
On which we have been called
Not a soul should be left behind
Before the night falls...
 Jun 2015 End4Jane
Mike Hauser
If love came in water balloons

I'd take all that I have
and throw them at you

That is one fight
that I'd love to win

Throwing so many your way
it'd make your head swim

If love came in water balloons
 Jun 2015 End4Jane
Mike Hauser
When they discovered him a dreamer

The decision then was made

To have him keep rocks in his pockets

So he wouldn't float away
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