• Today’s Poetry (A Secret of the Ages)

    We hold back, afraid it may be taken the wrong way Thinking we will gain more by playing it safe We may feel that what we give may not be accepted How interesting, our grasping, makes our dreams run away We must shine like the sun, blow like the wind Let the chips fall where they may, and continue to be free! What you give may soon be appreciated The less we are concerned, the more likely it will be The more we meditate, the less we are concerned Working without concern is a secret of the ages You move toward your objective like it means everything But in your…