Pride in kinship system is passing.
Pride in religious system is passing.
Pride in national system is passing.
Pride in planetary system is passing.
Pride as a cosmic being is here.
This is the new birth.
Pride as a cosmic being is, paradoxically,
humility; so both lose their meaning.
We are coherent patternings of the cosmos.
Interwoven. With no (separate) Weaver.
(As such patternings we have response-abilities.
No longer can we play the sitcom: Leave it to Weaver.)
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As the old tree topples from internal rot in a storm, so new saplings sprout from ground that it covered in shade. All seek the light.
ReplyDeleteAnd arise from the dark, without which there would be no tree, no toppling, no rot, no storm, no new saplings, no ground, no light.
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