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Right Here--Right Now


My whole life has been a struggle in
A world determined to drive me crazy.
I never surrendered…I will live my life.

Early morning walk smiling and nodding
At each broken soul I pass acknowledging that
The same spark in me is the same spark in them.

I buy my friend Andula breakfast
At McDonald's knowing that maybe she is Jesus
And maybe I am the Buddha and maybe

We are all just fools taking care of each other
And maybe that's the Kingdom of God and maybe
It's right here, right now and we just don't get it.





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