<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:30:46.253-07:00</updated><category term='Childrens Story'/><title type='text'>Lynne Brooks</title><subtitle type='html'>Reiki Master * Artist * Author</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-8764701947282922081</id><published>2010-10-25T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:12:08.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Knows</title><content type='html'>Rachel knows what love is.&lt;br /&gt;Its sweet and kind and its the clearest spot&lt;br /&gt;in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel knows what love is&lt;br /&gt;and when she sees it in someone &lt;br /&gt;she never hesitates to say&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;And ever so gently she says hello &lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;Rachel knows what love is.&lt;br /&gt;and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Oct 25, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-8764701947282922081?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8764701947282922081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=8764701947282922081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/8764701947282922081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/8764701947282922081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/rachel-knows-what-love-is.html' title='Rachel Knows'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-6476191138863628267</id><published>2007-01-21T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:36:35.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childrens Story'/><title type='text'>The Best Dad on the Planet</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thinks he's the best dad on the planet&lt;br /&gt;He says he knows he is because that’s the way he planned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me that even when I was just a glint in his eye&lt;br /&gt;That he would do everything he could&lt;br /&gt;And everything he should&lt;br /&gt;To be the best dad to me and that he would&lt;br /&gt;Love me forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Even when I got in trouble and wasn’t always perfectly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to his plan&lt;br /&gt;My dad found the best woman&lt;br /&gt;To be my mom&lt;br /&gt;And since my mom already knew that my dad was going to be my dad&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take him long to find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad brags quite a bit about how he found the girl of his dreams&lt;br /&gt;And when my mom hears him tell the story&lt;br /&gt;Even for the millionth time&lt;br /&gt;Her face lights up and beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my dad - one day my mom and he&lt;br /&gt;Decided that together they would have me.&lt;br /&gt;For several months or so I’m told&lt;br /&gt;I grew inside my mother&lt;br /&gt;Until I was nine months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out I came into the world&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not very happily&lt;br /&gt;But there was my dad – the very first person to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years have passed since that day&lt;br /&gt;And I must say my dad’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thinks he’s the best dad on the planet&lt;br /&gt;I know he is because that’s the way I planned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-6476191138863628267?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6476191138863628267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=6476191138863628267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/6476191138863628267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/6476191138863628267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-dad-on-planet.html' title='The Best Dad on the Planet'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-910499880964114332</id><published>2007-01-14T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:51:22.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Letter</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Jennifer even before I saw her face&lt;br /&gt;I must have known her from a different time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s so sweet and beautiful and has the kindest heart.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help myself; I loved her from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you love someone so much it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s how I feel about Jenny only worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a love letter to the first girl I ever loved&lt;br /&gt;And now she’s brought me Ava so I have two girls to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-910499880964114332?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/910499880964114332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=910499880964114332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/910499880964114332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/910499880964114332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-letter.html' title='A Love Letter'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-537383682262683147</id><published>2007-01-14T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:34:10.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava Clarissa and the Perfect Spot</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;With her mom and her pop&lt;br /&gt;Strolled down the beach looking for the perfect spot to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;Said to her mom and her pop&lt;br /&gt;This looks like the perfect spot to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ava Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;And her mom and her pop&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at that wonderfully perfect spot to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down went their blanket&lt;br /&gt;Up went their shade&lt;br /&gt;Out came the sandwiches and cold pink lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate and they sipped&lt;br /&gt;They sunned and they tanned&lt;br /&gt;They played all day long on the beach made of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They built sand castles&lt;br /&gt;With turrets and tassels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They swam like fishes&lt;br /&gt;And fed seagulls from dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought kites to fly&lt;br /&gt;And games to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw frogs on logs.&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and dragonflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They swam and they ran&lt;br /&gt;They dug for clams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched clouds drift by&lt;br /&gt;And boats sail by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laid down on their blanket and rested&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;you guessed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did it all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played and they stayed&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Ava Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;said her mom and her pop&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;You picked the perfect spot to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-537383682262683147?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/537383682262683147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=537383682262683147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/537383682262683147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/537383682262683147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/ava-clarissa-and-perfect-spot.html' title='Ava Clarissa and the Perfect Spot'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-737576259512435279</id><published>2007-01-14T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:56:42.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childrens Story'/><title type='text'>Christopher JuneBug</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a story time&lt;br /&gt;When everything said was spoken in rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lived the greatest, the best, the lovingest&lt;br /&gt;Bug around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you think&lt;br /&gt;That bugs are creepy or crawly or just plain stink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m here to say you have misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that most bugs are genuinely good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure some bugs creep and some bugs crawl&lt;br /&gt;But that’s just how some bugs get from place to place after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to our story about the greatest bug of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that everyone loved this bug&lt;br /&gt;Was because this bug gave the very best hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did this bug hug so lovingly well&lt;br /&gt;He asked everyone to hug everyone else as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher JuneBug loved to hug&lt;br /&gt;Most of all he loved when one bug gave a hug to another bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Christopher JuneBug started a hug&lt;br /&gt;That hug went from bug to bug to bug to bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until every bug gave and every bug got&lt;br /&gt;a genuine Christopher JuneBug HUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-737576259512435279?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/737576259512435279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=737576259512435279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/737576259512435279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/737576259512435279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/christopher-junebug.html' title='Christopher JuneBug'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-6469330191073178831</id><published>2007-01-14T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:50:35.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy Is Handy</title><content type='html'>wriiten by Lynne Brooks  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy and he’s helpful too&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy with paper and scissors and glue&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy with hammers and chisels and saws&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy with bandages, goop and gauze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy when things need fixing&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy when things need mixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy and helpful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Then Randy is your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will help you with the door&lt;br /&gt;He will help you mop the floor&lt;br /&gt;He will help you paint the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And he will help you when you‘re feeling&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy is a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Randy helps me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helps you get done what you need to do&lt;br /&gt;Randy is handy and helpful too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-6469330191073178831?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6469330191073178831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=6469330191073178831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/6469330191073178831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/6469330191073178831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/randy-is-handy.html' title='Randy Is Handy'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-2259790399418338033</id><published>2007-01-06T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:54:25.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Be You</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this moment imagine yourself free&lt;br /&gt;Without all your stories relax and just be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start to think I am this and this and that&lt;br /&gt;Try dropping one this and see if you’re still that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first you may find this game is not easy&lt;br /&gt;You might even feel fizzy and dizzy and queasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with something simple to put you in the game&lt;br /&gt;Think of what you call yourself think of your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name, your name, your name you think and all that it entails&lt;br /&gt;How it looks and how it sounds and all of its details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think of you without your name&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’d look and feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first you might think its right to be called something new&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you think your name is the grandest thing that’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts may be true and I might even agree&lt;br /&gt;But just for this game think deeper and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without your thoughts of your name for this game&lt;br /&gt;Would you be you all the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be you without your stories you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be you without the work that you sell?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be you if your body was pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be you no matter what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can think right you can think wrong&lt;br /&gt;You can think weak you can think strong&lt;br /&gt;You can think rich you can think poor&lt;br /&gt;You can think till you can’t think no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can think till you think “No More!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time in the game you might say&lt;br /&gt;I quit this game there’s no point to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ask you please stay and play&lt;br /&gt;Just for this moment just for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re too tired to go on and too tired to think&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you know you’ve reached the brink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brink is the place to be brave and leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soar through the air and swim in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Be an elephant on the back of a bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still you floating along with the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Are you still you big and brave and loud&lt;br /&gt;Are you still you tiny and quiet and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always you I’m always happy to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always you no matter what you think&lt;br /&gt;So why not think the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Because the best of you I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-2259790399418338033?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2259790399418338033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=2259790399418338033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/2259790399418338033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/2259790399418338033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/would-you-be-you.html' title='Would You Be You'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-7884093294607793614</id><published>2007-01-06T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:28:50.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Always Listens</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt always listens to what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;He listens in a very special way&lt;br /&gt;He listens and he listens and he listens until&lt;br /&gt;You have completely finished the words you need to spill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt always listens until&lt;br /&gt;All your words are spilled&lt;br /&gt;Until you find yourself perfectly still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt always listens until&lt;br /&gt;You are still&lt;br /&gt;You are so still&lt;br /&gt;That all there is left is to wait for the will&lt;br /&gt;To go on.&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-7884093294607793614?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7884093294607793614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=7884093294607793614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/7884093294607793614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/7884093294607793614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/matt-always-listens.html' title='Matt Always Listens'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-8706108464632661125</id><published>2007-01-06T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:53:10.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly Helen</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks copyright 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly Helen! Helen heard all her life&lt;br /&gt;Honestly Helen what were you thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you said what you said?&lt;br /&gt;What you were thinking? Were you using your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking when you said that to her?&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t you think of the wrath it could incur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t you think it might make her mad?&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t you think it might turn out bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Helen replied in her straight forward way&lt;br /&gt;I thought the truth was the best thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth! Do you think that the truth is what she wants to hear?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly Helen, don’t you think the truth will bring her to tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably right Helen frankly agreed&lt;br /&gt;The truth might bring her to tears – which might be just what she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly Helen, do you think it’s your place to say&lt;br /&gt;To tell her what happened, what went on that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a good question Helen simply replied&lt;br /&gt;She’s my best friend so it’s not my place to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-8706108464632661125?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8706108464632661125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=8706108464632661125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/8706108464632661125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/8706108464632661125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/honestly-helen.html' title='Honestly Helen'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-9038884938462265811</id><published>2007-01-06T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:24:44.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Big Terrible Fight</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Joe had a great big terrible fight&lt;br /&gt;Jim thinks Joe is wrong and Joe thinks he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Joe are brothers who much to their displeasure&lt;br /&gt;According to their parents must share a room together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Joe look almost exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Joe are twins who share the same parents, a room and the same last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight broke out soon after - after they were told&lt;br /&gt;That it was now time - now that they were five years old&lt;br /&gt;To keep their room neat and tidy and make sure it was not a mess.&lt;br /&gt;They would need to work together so their room would look its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These brothers even though they looked alike&lt;br /&gt;Were not the same at all.&lt;br /&gt;Jim is very neat and clean and Joe is not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim has a place for all his things to go.&lt;br /&gt;His blocks are stacked in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;His books are on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;His teddy bear sits up on the bed proudly by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe didn’t care where anything was put&lt;br /&gt;His cars and trucks were scattered with his puzzles and his games.&lt;br /&gt;His teddy bear was stuck under Joe’s toy train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight started one day when the boys came home from school&lt;br /&gt;Jim took one look at the mess and completely lost his cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim yelled and cried and ranted and raved&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t live in this mess – I’m just not that brave!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim started cleaning all of Joe’s stuff&lt;br /&gt;Joe messed with Jim’s things until they both had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something very strange happened the day of the great big fight&lt;br /&gt;At the very same time they both realized that both of them were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim is still neat.&lt;br /&gt;And Joe is still not.&lt;br /&gt;But together they’re happy and fighting they’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-9038884938462265811?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9038884938462265811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=9038884938462265811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/9038884938462265811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/9038884938462265811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-big-terrible-fight.html' title='The Great Big Terrible Fight'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-6195364816811534769</id><published>2007-01-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:22:11.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karmic Habit</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop that cloak you insist on wearing&lt;br /&gt;Like it’s some badge of honour&lt;br /&gt;You think you have a debt to pay?&lt;br /&gt;You think your private battle will save the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past let it go&lt;br /&gt;Today this Moment is the only show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and tomorrow are only thoughts in your head&lt;br /&gt;Be conscious this moment be in now time instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you’ve had a life too sweet?&lt;br /&gt;You think hell is your fate to meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah you say “it’s karma” in your defence&lt;br /&gt;Really, does that make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you believe in a god so fine&lt;br /&gt;The source, the one, the true divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say this god is love itself&lt;br /&gt;Our eternal spring of heavenly wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this godly love free to get?&lt;br /&gt;Or are there conditions that must be met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;And accept loves free gift for all our sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die to the past this very instant&lt;br /&gt;End your karmic habit&lt;br /&gt;Live now in your light as love&lt;br /&gt;And know the truth is magic&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-6195364816811534769?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6195364816811534769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=6195364816811534769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/6195364816811534769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/6195364816811534769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/karmic-habit.html' title='Karmic Habit'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-7275116213909689549</id><published>2007-01-06T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:54:11.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Help Me Please</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me please?&lt;br /&gt;I asked the person next to me&lt;br /&gt;There is something that I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot seem to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure I’ve seen it somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Or I’ve heard that it was here&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of this thing I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;Or have you seen it anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me please explain exactly what this thing is&lt;br /&gt;They say it is the latest and the greatest&lt;br /&gt;And it makes every job a whiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s been improved&lt;br /&gt;And it’s better than the rest&lt;br /&gt;They say that now they’ve fixed it&lt;br /&gt;To be the very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you please help me&lt;br /&gt;Find this thing that I might buy.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure it must be great&lt;br /&gt;Because I know they never lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing I heard is very reasonably priced.&lt;br /&gt;They say it can do everything&lt;br /&gt;Even slice and dice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure it must be here on one of these shelves&lt;br /&gt;Please would you help me look or should I look myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You have never heard of this thing before.&lt;br /&gt;But they said you sell it here at this store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to get tired of looking for this thing&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll just go home and forget the whole darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-7275116213909689549?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7275116213909689549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=7275116213909689549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/7275116213909689549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/7275116213909689549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/would-you-help-me-please.html' title='Would You Help Me Please'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-8522458453110306423</id><published>2007-01-06T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:54:55.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had a Little Knot</title><content type='html'>written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had a little knot&lt;br /&gt;Who lived inside my hair&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did&lt;br /&gt;that knot was always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my hair&lt;br /&gt;I combed my hair&lt;br /&gt;I brushed it till it shone&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what I did&lt;br /&gt;that knot was never gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older&lt;br /&gt;I got a little bolder&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;I grew it long&lt;br /&gt;But no that knot’s not gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled far&lt;br /&gt;I traveled near&lt;br /&gt;Still that knot would not disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried out all the latest styles&lt;br /&gt;I searched the most fashionable aisles&lt;br /&gt;Even the best hairdressers for miles&lt;br /&gt;Could not rid that knot of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged and cried&lt;br /&gt;Magic words? I tried&lt;br /&gt;I told that knot you can not stay&lt;br /&gt;I yelled KNOT just GO AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I thought to say&lt;br /&gt;Knot I guess you’re here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since that thoughtful day&lt;br /&gt;My knot and I have been okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-8522458453110306423?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8522458453110306423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=8522458453110306423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/8522458453110306423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/8522458453110306423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-little-knot.html' title='I Had a Little Knot'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881337627872319766.post-3374309395903776087</id><published>2007-01-05T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:55:41.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Upon Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;written by Lynne Brooks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a story about the ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so easy to forget Do this do that Keep yourself distracted The ego is a clever fellow Always ready with the latest tactic Oh look at all that you have done You are the best you are the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No one can do what you have done You and only you are Gods own son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The ego mind struts about With all its pride it loves to shout Look at me I'm the one I am Gods only son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then with his grandest wave He lifts you up and tell you You are so brave Then he sets you on your finest horse And declares to all the world of course That you are better than anyone You are even better that God - the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As you sit upon your horse so high Believing with all your heart the egos lie The tricky ego mind is back and Whispers words of fear and lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At first his voice is very faint You can easily remember you are a saint But then one day you can't ignore His voice so loud so clear he implores Look around you and see what's real He goads you with his appeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;From high upon your horse so sure You take a glance you take a tour Reality is harsh you hear him say It's a dog eat dog world today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Don't worry he says as you worry yourself sick There are others worse off that you - you can lick Let me give you a few words of advice Watch the person next door and don't be too nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh yes he goes on Don't forget Someone always has more that you can get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Convincingly he told me I have your best interests at heart With that he left me alone in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have so much to do to get back on top Where do I start and when do I stop How did I get into all of this mess It must be someone elses fault, I need to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll take a pill, I'll have a drink I'm too tired to even think How could they do this to me I screamed out loud I guess I'm not good enough to be part of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't be silly I heard his voice say You can do anything just not today Sometimes it helps to get mad at the world And blame everyone else for your sickly swirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spinning and spinning with his voice in my head I quietly called for help from God instead I lay very still and waited to hear The one true voice who in silence is always here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You were created from love and that's all I see I heard Gods voice singing to me You are love so that's all you can create The rest is an illusion and it's not too late Let it all go your fears and your hate Forgive yourself and each other and then relax and wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love is what you are Know this to be true Be that love you feel And your world will be renewed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It sounded so lovely so peaceful so right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I asked sheepishly what of the egos might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah the poor ego God replied with a smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is your gift of free will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is your child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Raise him with love and he will serve you well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And together you will create &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WORLDS upon WORLDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forever Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2006 Lynne Brooks. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881337627872319766-3374309395903776087?l=slynnebrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3374309395903776087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3881337627872319766&amp;postID=3374309395903776087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/3374309395903776087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881337627872319766/posts/default/3374309395903776087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slynnebrooks.blogspot.com/2007/01/worlds-upon-worlds.html' title='Worlds Upon Worlds'/><author><name>Lynne Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16191733164635859383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
