We've made suffering into our own creations, built right in them, our system that we've allowed is a House of Cards set to topple over from our indifference. The House is Home (H)earth in this example, and the roles of indifference we play are ready to burst with each new plastic thing, each new philosophy that does not dive deep within the singular Spirit waiting for us to summon it... God blesses The Tribe of HumanKind, All, not some, Each and Every, One. Standing Rock on a floating rock... Live Love Laugh and let the human illusion of ownership fade from our memory... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)