The Rip Post                                                                                              

I feel fine.
I feel nimble.
I feel quick.
The lie has been given.
My truth is still true,
now will you listen?
Chart your course
by your own star,
we all shine on.
If not you, who?
If not now, when?
Gate gate paragate,
going, going, always
going to the far shore.
This is it, this is
the magic theater.
The secret is there
are no secrets.
This is it, this
is your life,
this is our world,
what will you make
of it, this your
legacy and birthright?
Squander not your
heritage worrying
about the play of
shadows, always
declare yourself
ready to proclaim
the truth of love,
joy and compassion.
And that will be enough,
if you let it be so.
                          ---Jack Oakes


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