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Play with fire


Tags: Poetry  Reality  Path  Choices  Way  Options  Spiritual 
Play with fire,
You will get burned;
Is a koan,
On loan.
Don't pick a bone,
Or moan;
This is where we start,
In the heart.
People push,
Because of hurt.
In this sea of infinity;
When we are out,
There is much about.
Remember run through nettles,
You will get stung,
Ego passes on.
Pay attention to the path;
We hear you laugh,
Where does it flow?
Where should I go?
What should I say?
Perhaps I should show.
When you were young,
You got stung;
So you learned to stay away,
Not to stray from the track.
Yet many roads there are to walk;
Many people with much talk,
They add a fork,
Don't try to think,
Trust the syncs.
It can lead you to a dead end,
Yet there is always a bend.
Sometimes we have to go back,
To where we had lack.
Get back on track,
Don't lose the facts,
You are light,
Get it right!
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