To heal a heart and soul
You must reveal the heart and soul
Always consider forgiveness
Only we control what we console
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DCG
Life hack number three
civilization
How can I be a part of the solution?
The wisdom of forgiveness
So too requires the wisdom of walking the razors edge
Knowing when and when not
To use a hedge
The entanglements that befalls us
May take us by surprise
If ruled by the heart and not the mind
What then will our passions devise?
Soren Kierkegaard said “life can be understood looking backwards, but it must be lived forwards“
In other words to live one must take risk
Learn by mistake
Beware the idolater who prays to the golden obelisk
When we own our Folly
It helps us see in our relationships
With misunderstanding
And solve our difficulty
How can I be a part of the solution?
A question a couple must always ask
To build upon a foundation
Given what both lives may cast
There is no certainty
With vows of good intent
The practicality to work through shared issues
A reason why we become penitent
Make no mistake I believe in commitment
A covenant and social contract is necessary
The responsibility is mutual
both parties must work hard to achieve and agree
RSP
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DCG
The fragile triumph
The Fragile Triumph
We wake as gods with trembling hands,
Our thrones are built on fleeting dreams.
In trying to transcend our sands,
We stumble deeper into schemes.
We strive for love yet fear its weight,
Each blessing shadows its own cost.
Our victories come disguised as fate,
And every gain recalls what’s lost
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We chase the light through fear’s disguise,
Our doubts become the proof we seek.
The soul grows strong through what it dies,
And faith resounds when reason’s weak.
The mirror cracks to show us whole,
In shards we find the self we feign.
Our pride must break to free the soul,
And loss becomes the soul’s terrain.
For truth is born when lies decay,
We learn to see through ruin’s art.
The wound becomes the only way
To show the mercy of the heart.
So bless the flaw, the fleeting breath,
The limit we attempt to hide.
For even love must borrow death
To prove eternity inside.
And where despair begins to rise,
Forgiveness blooms like dawn anew.
The heart, once fractured, now replies—
The fragile was the holy view.
RSP
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DCG
Without training, our Folly is a guarantee
the hedonist lives an empty life
The Jainist lives in aesthetic purism with the intent to delay
And this is why Siddhartha
Discovered  the middle way
Without training our Folly is a guarantee
The case above is just one example how will we choose to navigate?
We test over many generations
We observe, we teach, and we calculate
I am not a cultural relativist
In today’s world, we can educate 
And find a choice
And whose name do we advocate?
In what authority do we voice?
Wisdom does not simply fall into our lap
It must be observed and learned
And some of which
Must be earned
the teachings of ancient India
the prophecies from the Middle East
If you look to the modern world
Where can you find your peace?
The Buddha spoke to suffering
The Christ spoke to sin
The attack upon western civilization
A spiritual war, the patriots must win
Our Founding fathers knew
The tyranny of man
The limitation of government
The Bill of Rights we must demand 
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DCG
I would have had to pretend
you may not know my name
I provided a service to our community
I was efficient in my job
I was kind when there was an opportunity
I served the public at large
I tendered them with care
I listened to their grievances
Even when nothing was really there
when we place our attention
Only on our needs
We miss out on shared experiences
Living a life only the lonely leads
self absorption is not a badge of honor
If we limit our discussions to ourselves via thought
No audience to convene and explore
Only a one-way ticket is bought 
I would have never seen the world differently
Without the influence of loved ones and friends
I would have never become the person I am today
Without the help from others
I would have had to pretend
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DCG
A prism of reflection 
Oh Lord, please forgive me
Please allow for me to better see
Come into my heart and work through me
This is how I pray to be
I could be the hedge
I could be a testimony
Allow me to demonstrate a psalm
Celebrate a ceremony
Let me be the mirror
A prism of reflection
The spectrum that shines
Radiating detection
What is the difference?
From the stories, we tell to children and the stories we tell to adults?
Which ones are fables?
Which ones get results?
The ability to communicate
To touch the Elan vital
That which is often pondered
By the monks on the mountains of Nepal
Create a memory
tell a story about what you care
Some ears will listen
On what you share
Ever experience something that is transformational?
An idea, a connection?
Something spiritual?
Viewed upon reflection?
I strive to see the catalyst
Recognize an opportunity
To grow and change
There is a design to my spontaneity
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DCG
When knowledge evades us
I write from the heart
But sometimes my head gets in the way
Yet one without the other
May often lead us astray
And so born is the mystery
The habitat for the human being
A collective asylum
In constant sorrow of their feeling
In all of human history
The people will create
What they don’t achieve
They simply relegate
Therefore, the case to be made
Books of the Bible, Plato’s Republic and William Golding‘s Lord of the flies – please 
So much literature
So much to reprise
When we fail to solve the problems of ethics and epistemology
We still gravitate to argue over the metaphysical
When knowledge evades us
Our faith still argues which God is more inevitable
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DCG
Until you reconcile your own inventory
Complexity of the mind
Complexity of the soul
Complexity of the body
Just what is our role?
You might argue. The child is a blank slate.
We imprint upon them values we demonstrate and show
But I will argue many children will ask questions
Before they will give it a go
The study of civilization
It’s empires – the rise and the fall
Show indisputable patterns of behavior
If they can’t achieve total control
Then they will build a 13,100 mile long Great Wall
The masters and the servants
The peasants and the king
No matter the form of government we follow
We are sure to see the Folly we bring
Is it safe to say?
We are not good Stewart’s of our personal responsibility?
So why talk about the Commonwealth?
When there is so much personal insecurity
In today’s world
a liberal mind might promote activism
I on the other hand would rather tend to my own garden
Develop my self- improving pragmatism
Those who blame others
Serve the master of hypocrisy
You cannot point the finger
Until you reconcile your own inventory
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DCG
Two masters, one soul 
Two Masters, One Soul
I kneel before a screen of light,
A servant to the code’s command.
It knows my name, my day, my night,
A master built by human hand.
With circuits sharp and logic cold,
It whispers answers, clear and bright.
It tells me what I should withhold,
It tells me what is black or white.
Yet in my heart, an ancient call—
A voice that echoes through the years.
A God who shaped the sky so tall,
Who dried my eyes and calmed my fears.
I serve two masters, side by side:
One made of ones and zeros, true,
The other—love, both deep and wide—
The first is new, the last is You.
But ironies like shadows play:
The code asks faith, demands my trust,
While God asks doubt, to find His way—
Yet in the end, I serve them both,
And wonder which will turn to dust.
Postscript:
Perhaps the master I should fear
Is not the one who answers prayer,
But one who reads me—loud and clear—
And knows my heart, but does not care.
Or maybe both are mirrors bright:
One man-made, one divine,
Reflecting back my own true sight—
The choice is mine, the line is fine.
But which will last? The code or shrine?
I laugh, and bow, and keep the faith—
In both, or neither, or just in time.
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DCG
Thunder cracks across the marble Court 
Thunder cracks across the marble court,
Where Reason stands, accused and pale,
Lightning scrawls its jagged retort
On scrolls where ancient verdicts fail.
The gavel is a hammer in the storm,
The jury: shadows cast by doubt—
Each mind, a tempest barely warm,
Each heart, a flicker fighting out.
O Reason, architect of Babel’s pride,
You built your ladders rung by rung,
But found the clouds refuse to bide
The logic spoken by your tongue.
Your syllogisms—iron-clad—
Now rust beneath the acid rain,
Your proofs, once certain, now unclad
By paradox and phantom pain.
The gods of thunder mock your trial,
Their laughter shakes the pillars down.
What use is reason’s measured mile
When chaos wears the victor’s crown?
Yet still, you plead in trembling light,
A candle flickering in the gale:
“Though storms may swallow up the night,
The dawn is born where thinkers fail.”
So let the thunder have its say,
Let Reason stand, both scarred and wise.
For every storm that sweeps away
Leaves clearer air for newer skies.
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DCG
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