Lifetime’s Regrets

Forget political suicide

Think about

Those committing

Karmic suicide

By those staying

On the presidential

“Celebrity” bandwagon

Having to return

Again and again

Again and again

To learn to be

Their own individual

Spark of the divine

‘Stead of mean spirited

Braggadocios simpletons

Altering perceptions

With word manipulations

Turning truth twisting

Into an art

Anchoring the

Evolutionary pull

Of all of humanity

For the illusion

The group

They belong to

Has all the answers
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(Was going to stop there

Then this showed up

Sort of a post, post

Clarification)

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Crowd size

Will be the least

Of their worries

As those experience

Eternal recurrences

Finding themselves

In a body whose

Personal private parts

Are being pawned by

A person in “power”

Trump: Yeah, that’s her. With the gold. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her.

You know, I’m automatically attracted to beautiful —

I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.

Bush: Whatever you want.

Trump: Grab ’em by the pussy. You can do anything.

– “New York Times”

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Perhaps another body

They could incarnate in

Is that of a small child

With brown skin

Escaping a dire situation

Only to find themselves

In a worse situation

Separated from parents

Locked in cages

In an allegedly “free” country

Yet another body

Could be that of

A seventh generation farmer

Whose family has spent

Years of cultivating the land

Time garnering overseas markets

The logistics of getting food

From point A to B, C and D

Only to have some one

Turn it off like a switch

In a tweet satiating an ego

That thinks it knows

What it’s doing

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“The Masters teach that we have all been abusers and abusees over the course of our soul’s journey through time.

Life is the schoolroom, our souls the student. The curriculum is the history of who we are and have been.”

– Shirley Maclean

“Sage-ing While Age-ing”