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Dec 2019
Not True

Thoughts fill our days
Rising always and we
Allow them..questioning
Their makeup and merit..
Settling on a yes or no
And the truth seemingly
Is born..
We seem to forget
Truth never is born when
Thought is the cradle..
Truth arrives with a
Thought's dissolving and
Departure..

And so..do we see the
Preceding words for what
They are..simply thoughts..?
Time to use our Delete key
And bathe in  the silent Truth...
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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   --- and G Alan Johnson
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