“I am clay! Ash and dirt. That of recycled energy that can create its self into individuality; do you feel my sadness, the pain of being someone while being everyone? Do you feel my overwhelming urge to define myself amongst a divine creation made by an overlooking, endless, intangible power that won’t reveal itself to me? To you? To the world? God wants us to be a life thing of one-ness that needs us to know he has us! Is that not good enough? Is that not human enough? To be built and tampered with hands of life? We are not to be afraid of death for we will never reach it, we shall reach enlightenment, we shall reach pure revelation. Recycled dust. Ashes to ashes and then, back again. Never the same but we will meet once more, my soul fears it but I know I’ll be okay tomorrow and tomorrow and today for the gift of yesterday — never looking back but through the reflection reaching forward. A call to my testimony.”
- Meau, A snit bit into my writing mind.
6/16/24