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On the last Friday in August 2019, I contemplate the next 60 days and the poems I need to finish before the Bicentenary of the Birth of the Bab. I have written 110 out of the 200 poems I intend to write before October 29. I have only 90 poems to write in 60 days. If I write 2 poems a day, it will take me 45 days to complete the 200. I suspect there will be days when I won't get two written and there will be other days when I write more than two poems. Poetry is like that, especially when one is writing a series of poem covering the same theme. All I can do is keep reciting the Remover of Difficulties, which helps because when I recite it I find titles.

A fresh stat is a new day,
a prayer recited in the dawn,
chanting God's Most Great Name,
and placing the day in the hands
of the All-Glorious Lord.

Despite the fat that I woke up about every two or three hours, I slept well last night and woke up rested this morning. I think that was because when I woke up during the night, I remember the dream I was having. In my dream, the Bab came to visit. He didn't say much, He encouraged me to repeat the Remover of Difficulties for the problems I'm encountering and to finish the poem I am writing to celebrate the Bicentenary of His birth. I always wake up rested when I remember the dreams that wake me up during the night.

I don't give much thought to the4 sun, except in summer when the temperature in Las Vegas reaches the triple digits. I should give more thought to Sol, the name of our central star, because without it there would be no life on Earth. I don't think we have to worry about the sun going nova, turning into a white dwarf star, or even one of the Wolf-Reyetstars6 any time in the near future.

Closed doors suggests secrets, hidden agendas, and a line from a song by Charlie Rich "no one knows what goes on behind closed doors"7. Secrets and hidden agendas make me uncomfortable, because they suggest that someone--usually government officials--are attempting to conceal knowledge from individuals. Knowledge is power, and whoever has the knowledge has the power. If the government or anyone is attempting to conceal knowledge from the citizens of a country, they are attempting to usurp the power that the citizens have. Knowledge gives people power over their own lives, without knowledge individuals are helpless pawns in the hands of the rich.

Humanity isn't alone in the universe,
there are other intelligent,
sentient,
soul possessing beings
in the cosmos.

Life is too short to
hold onto regrets or grudges,
superstitions or dogma,
hate or fear.

To write! If I can't think of a response to a prompt, or my mind says I don't know what to write about, I just set down and start writing. It doesn't matter what I put on the page, as long as part of the response is relevant to the prompt. True, there are times when I look at a prompt and nothing comes to mind. In those cases I have to write anyway. If the prompt doesn't arouse some sort of response, I have to start writing because I have to make some sort of entry.