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Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...
There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. Humankind is a self-destructive beast without regard to their surroundings. Why do I think that I must imagine to know beyond the shadow of any doubt that my belief is somehow truth?
There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. I love you with all of my heart, save for the part that I know and not the part that I believe. My eyes were opened and I found solitude in her quivering limbs.
(Sleep now, Mother. We’re here, God and I.)
And there’s a side of me that shows less fear. I’d like to keep that part, if I may? I’ve jumped ship and I’m swimming for my life, which belongs not to me, but to Love, and the part that’s me and my needs… diminishes by the day.
No. No. Bless you, but I’m not overboard at all. I’m in Heaven.
Ha! I like your game! Shall we play? Or might we begin our duty to the eartH, to Love?
I’ve warn the die down to so many chances! Leap! Go forth and tell them what they want to know! My belief that this is Heaven and I’ve been a damned fool for ever having imagined it otherwise!
(Bow to what you know, not to what you believe.)
But my belief is what I know. No different than any other human. She cries out for me to see! Oh! For the love of God! Release her from beneath my human grip! Summon her cliffs! Summon her mighty redwoods to use their grandeur to highlight an awareness I’ve not had for far too many lifetimes.
There are so many beautiful beliefs I’ve traipsed, but none of them brought me truth. Love’s spirit has brought me to my own dance with Love, my speech now roars! My eyes are watering my green and blue Love, Heaven. I pray, Love, that you might spare me from my own fear, from the things that are human, from the things that are habit? Banish me evermore, each time it is repeated, and so on…
It is I. It is I, echoed the river to me, the tree to me, the soil to me, the dark soil full of worms to me. The ground is sacred, it may not be all equal when it comes to planting, but we must reach back inside the loving spirit like the soil and grasp the instinct for survival…
(Go forth and develop the idea of the personification you have of eartH and find a way for man to once again dig with Love.)
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