My School

My School.
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The World is My School,
and All Beings From the
Mice of the Field, to
Kings of Virtue, (and
Paupers who wander in
want of Bread;) Are My
Teachers.

Home is where I lay My
Head,..and Spirit is the
Blanket which covers me.
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My School is in your Expression..
In the Star system of your Soul.
I can see the Heavens in All that You Do;  
And in the Twinkling of Your Eyes..
For it is there, in the ever-changing Galaxies ,
and Red Stars of your pride. In the Kindness
you give your fellow strangers,..whenever
they orbit nearby, I Learn from You.
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Emerson was there,..
Socrates,..and Plato.
Even (on occasion)
Voltaire.

Now they are Ghosts..
who's Ever-Living Words
continue Teaching The
Mind to Dream and Think.

Old Words which inspire
New Possibilities!

(that "could" be the
Key to Immortality.)

Thus the only Dead
amongst Their Lot are
Those who were Forgotten..
Lost in the Pages of History.

(or stuck as Whispers
Somewhere between The
Lines.)

Potentialities grown
Stale and Rotten!

(Frozen Somewhere in
The Shadow of Time.)
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