Winning or losing By: Edward Hester

There are many who, like me or you
Seek gain without a loss
We work and work, by hook or crook
To win and be the boss.

To win alone, we've all been shown,
Is only an illusion.
The balance holds, that truth unfolds.
This law you can rely on.

Advance. Retreat. By love, complete.
We seek illumination.
Our loss offset by love's duet
The 'Law of Compensation'.

By Him alone, the Work gets done
For all, both less and greater.
He comes to Earth in human form
To be Here Now in Matter.

The World you see’s 'dualities'-
Defines our point of view.
To seek to win, ' not lose again,
Is just my need to beat you.

When love's the way I live my life
I give my self to others
To be a light to show the Way
To live as sister or brother.

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