My Triumph

Walking around in my underwear
I fear nothing
I have survived this day and
All its bashing
Watch me! As I grab him by the horns and
Seize the Day!
Turn him around to my advantage
And make him pay
For all the troubles that he gave me

I have battled
And emerged victorious
And my triumph has no limits
For yet stronger will I face the morrow
Now that my self-esteem has risen to new proportions
And shows no signs of dwindling

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Take a deep breath

Humans are sometimes forgetful
Of their most basic needs
Yet the key to our success
Is sorting them out first

Take a deep breath

Be all things as they are
You are alive at this very moment
And the future is always uncertain
No matter how it might seem

Take a deep breath

There’s always time to pause
And to recollect your thoughts
To put the past behind you
And to ask yourself the question

Take a deep breath

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Celebration

Warm and cold currents, clashing together
Resulting in bursts of thunderous weather
A large crowd of people looks up in elation
Men and women alike shout out in ovation
The time has arrived for the grand celebration

Ten lightning bolts strike deep into Earth
Ten ancient gods venerating her birth
Ten giant stars shining bright during day
Ten pious monks kneeling down to pray
Ten different tongues form a vivid bouquet

Arise! the grand forces of nature—and rant!
Hear the priests and accept their chant!
Fill our breasts with great joy and with mirth!
Ravish our minds, let us prove our worth
to our beautiful Mother, whom we, children, girth.

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Modern ritual

Here we are, gathered for the ritual
We have all prepared for this
We have all different strategies
Yet we are all doing essentially the same thing
Quietly, under observation
Like rats in a laboratory

The ink fills the paper
With things we are not entirely sure of
With formulas and definitions
And the time flows slower than it feels
Yet faster than it should

At some point we give up
And get out of the cage
With a gust of momentary freedom
Spiced up by uncertainty of the outcome
We look forward to the next big adventure

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