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Jan 2012
The Waster

In the tiniest pin point the spirit is measureless, rhythms; anthems ascend they are clouded in mystery
We live without assurances because we never challenge the natural laws that subdue us deprive us of
Our unfulfilled destiny and dreams we posses powers of indescribable beauty but never engage them
Always we defer to the common known yesterdays and the present. Would we soar over troubles at
Least we could be known as winged wonders that have broken earthbound bonds that can ever
Command if he never looks back in history sees possibilities for the future in those golden orbs you
Don’t have to be heads of state you have to be vibrant alive stay the course of human achievement. The
Texture of life and true riches can be mined in the hearts of others as you both refuse limitations it
Doesn’t rest on your means and status divine truths inexplicable wonder presses against the divine soul.
Open stuffy windows to long tightly closed because you refused to use spiritual sight. If you only stand
Still and refuse the extraordinary impetus that surges in and around your life then stagnation will be
Your lot you will stymie spiritual expression that can turn any circumstance from defeat to ultimate
Victory you hesitate you beckon your enemy to come take up residence your actions are read as you
Govern what is life but a chore anyway. No my life is a dream established founded by he who names
Stars knows them and galaxies but he chose the human experience as the place of his most profound
Interest and he involves himself in the internal workings of every being. His divine imprint is evidenced
By longings that are curious to others they question because they themselves have locked out all of the
Freeing expression that once nobly guided their lives now they look on projects that are filled with ease
All it brings is restless regret where did you turn so far and invite failure closed down all avenues that
brought thrills you thought safe trouble free life was the right course it is just the opposite. You were
Made for battles and struggles that feed your fire you have the mind of an achiever but you have
Coasted Into neutrality that numbs every high thought that would cast you across the sky as a flaming
Meteor your flame is to burn inspire move others to go for it. To miss someone is the noblest shinning
part of human experience to miss your own life’s true potential is tragic.
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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