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Here are some poems/lyrics, you might appreciate.
      
  Buddhist Nirvana  
[Cosmic humour]
    
Keep your back strait,let your thoughts go by,watch and wait,
My minds very busy and i've got bad karma,
I'm full of stress and dont know my dharma.
 
I went to see a psychiatrist the other day, but he put me on a bum steer,
He said lad, I recommend suicide, thats the only way i'd see clear.
 
I'm meditating the buddhist way,
The Lama said, sixteen hours a day,
I said no way, hoesay,
I feel like in the middle of hell,
Can't wait for the finishing bell.
 
I think i'll give up on nirvana,
and console myself with a banana!
 
Paul
 
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A Glimpse of Heaven
 
The hillside was a patchwork quilt
Neatly stitched with tidy hedge
And crumbling grey stone wall
The trees were bare, but spring was near
To cunjure up its endless strings
Of green magic hankerchieves.
 
Could you only see what i've seen
You would surely know what I mean
I think i must have caught a glimpse of heaven.
 
A string of diamonds formed a stream
That tumbled down the daunting cliff
To sparkle bright on the beach.
 
New born lambs that sweetly played
Speckled eggs all newly laid
But for you i would have stayed
I think I caught a glimpse of heaven
 
David Cousins.
 
 
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Benedictus
 
 The wanderer has far to go
Humble must he constant be
Where the paths of wisdom lead
Distant is the shadow of the setting sun.
 
 
Bless the daytime
Bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder
Bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain
 
 
Yellow stars may guide the way
All diversions lead astray
While his resolution holds
Fortune and goodwill will surely follow him
 
 
Bless the free man
Bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier
Bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.
 
 
David Cousins
     
 
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Sheep
 
July the fourth in the market town
Farmers have come from miles around
Bringing their wives and children.
 
A farmer stands with his youngest son
Watching the sheep driven from the pen
The slaughterhouse is waiting.
 
Look they're turning back
They're frightened
Dogs snapping at their heels
Jumping on each others backs
Hear their squeals.
 
The young boy stands looking quite dismayed
"How can they know, they are just animals,
Come pull yourself together" [farmer]
 
The farmer tells him to look inside
Row after row of raw carcasses
Their blood runs in the gutter
 
"Listen to their silly bleating" [the farmer]
Farmer beats them with a stick
Milling by an open door
"Dont be sick" [farmer]
 
The young boy
Takes a look around
See the people watching blankly
And he pities them
For they too
Look like sheep
And he tells himself
When he grows up
When he becomes a farmer
He will just plant seeds of love
He will just plant seeds of love
He will just plant seeds of love
And harvest peace.
 
David Cousins.
 
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                                                              The Journey's End
 
                            
                                                 The signpost stands where the crossways meet
                                                 There's but one road to the journey's end
                                                 The wanderer bent with his heavy load 
                                                 Is waiting for a friend
 
 
                                                 The sun sinks slowly behind the hill
                                                 The dead leaves lie where the wind has blown
                                                 Likewise he who has travelled far
                                                 Must find his way alone
 
 
                                                  And as he leaves so the signpost turns
                                                  To point the way to the journey's end
                                                  The old grey man with his heavy load
                                                  No longer needs a friend
 
                                                 
                                                  David Cousins and Blue Weaver.            
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The Life Auction.
 
                                                  The vultures stood outside the gate
                                                  Quite unaware
                                                  That fate is never kind
                                                  To those who wait
                                                  In vain. Their pride
                                                  Betrays the means of their destruction.
 
                                                  Take my rings and trinkets bright
                                                  But leave my eyes which gave me light
                                                  My tongue which gives me leave to speak
                                                  The rest is yours and welcome.
 
                                                  The wolves will suck the bones they bought
                                                  Those over which they fought
                                                  Their elders always having taught
                                                  Them envy. Their greed
                                                  Explains their total lack of conscience.
 
                                                  The auctioneer is seldom lost
                                                  Our paths have sometimes crossed
                                                  But he has never failed to count the cost
                                                  Of passion. Desire
                                                  Is the whole point of his existance.
 
                                                  Now you have given cause to bleed
                                                  You join the wolf-pack as you feed
                                                  But now you find yourself in need
                                                  Of comfort. But peace-of-mind
                                                  Has no home for the loveless
                                                 
                                                  But peace-of-mind
                                                  has no home for the loveless.       
                                                   
 
                                                  David Cousins.                                                 
                                                 
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                                    Some proverbs by  William Blake. 
                  
           
                              In seed time learn,in harvest teach,in winter enjoy.
                            
                            Drive your cart and plough over the bones of the dead                                               
                                                                                                 
                              He who desires but acts not breeds pestience.  
                              
                               He whose face gives no light shall never become a star.
    
                               Eternity is in love with the productions of time.                 
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                               The busy bee has no time for sorrow.                                               
                                                     
                               All wholsome food is caught without net or trap.                               
                  
                               If a fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
                                                                
                               The fox condems the trap, not himself. 
 
                               Expect poison from standing water.              
                                                
                              
              You never know whats enough unless you know whats more than enough.
                                                
                               To create a little flower is a labour of ages.            
 
                               The bird a nest, the spider a web,man friendship.
 
                               Weak in courage, strong in cunning.
 
 
             
                               To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower,
                             
                               Hold infinity in the palm of your hands and eternity in an hour.
 
                                  
               
                               He who binds to himself a joy does the winged life destroy,                     
 
                               But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity's sunrise.
                                               
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                                         I am you searching to be free,
 
                                        The story of life is quicker than the wink of the eye.
 
                                        The story of love is hello and goodbye,
                                    
                                         Until we meet again.
 
                                         Jimi Hendrix's last poem.