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The present

Life is a game
Some people know cheats

The present is a gift and
Some people keep the receipts

Days don't play out like Sit-Coms
Apart from all the repeats

We have the power to move mountains
But no patience to sit upon the peaks

The spiritual mind is transparent
Societal mind is oblique  

Light passes though me
I see
And then I speak

Yet I can go though my day-to-day
With out saying anything for weeks

Guess my thoughts are irrelevant
Unless there converted into tweets



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