Someone is born

Someone grows taller reaching for the sun

Someone bears fruit

Someone dies young

Someone grows to a wicked old age and shrivels up in folds of skin

Living together upon the face of a raging blue ball hurtling through space

Vast

Weightless

Limitless

Beauty that we are!

Torn apart by a non-existent hate of self

Hate that has developed and exists only in the mind

And the mind doesn’t really exist at all

Only love does

Conquer the mind

Where the demons rage war

Master craftsperson, creator, mystic, jewel, sage, Christ Almighty!

Come home

to Love!

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