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Poetry

Live Your Life

By

Garry

Garry writes from Ravenhall Correctional Centre in Victoria.

Willy Pleasance

Our ego asked what is our purpose.

We search for enlightenment, it’s in us all.

Happiness is a choice so make it yours.

Forgiveness of others will lead you to peace.

Leave behind the mind chatter of time passed.

Love and enjoyment is still in our grasp.

Be still and accept that life is a gift.

Oneness will come and give you a lift.

We only have now so forget the rest.

It’s your life so give it your best.

Go along with the magic that acceptance may bring.

Spirit and passion will come from within.

To live your life with vigour is not a sin.

From this day forward let us all begin.

Our ego asked what is our purpose.

We search for enlightenment, it’s in us all.

Happiness is a choice so make it yours.

Forgiveness of others will lead you to peace.

Leave behind the mind chatter of time passed.

Love and enjoyment is still in our grasp.

Be still and accept that life is a gift.

Oneness will come and give you a lift.

We only have now so forget the rest.

It’s your life so give it your best.

Go along with the magic that acceptance may bring.

Spirit and passion will come from within.

To live your life with vigour is not a sin.

From this day forward let us all begin.

This
piece
was originally printed in the
July 2025
edition of About Time.
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