The Origin has no beginning.
The Origin has no ending.
The Origin "has" nothing.
The Origin is not concerned with time.
The Origin knows no space.
We are the ones creating the ruckus.
We have our little rules.
We insist the Origin have a Face.
We insist that humans live forever.
We insist that birth is good.
We insist that death is bad.
We in-cyst.
We knot ourselves into in-cyst-ance.
We don't get quiet enough to listen.
We blow our knows.
Meanwhile the Origin keeps on birthing.
And we keep making something of it.
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"in-cyst-ance" love it, George.
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Thanks for sharing these wonderful posts!
ReplyDeletePerceptions change over time in the manifest. Sooner or later, the dualities we think we see will end. Is it we blow our knows, or we come to blows over our knows? Thanks for the in-sightful word plays, George.
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