Death is never easy for any to face.
It is the ending of identity, personality.
All that is known, possessed, and held dear.
It is the end of attachment to this material plane.
From whence you came, you return again.
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All across the world, at this very moment,
Diversity suffers and perishes in countless ways,
Because of the juggernauting inertia of consciousness,
Fashioned by geographic notions Gaia will not forever sustain.
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The mind-body is a temporal vessel of finite patterning,
In which the eternal has potential to consciously manifest.
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It may be fairly frightening, even irritating,
For many to begin fathoming they are godness,
Because up to this point, their manifest consciousness,
Has not even begun to open to that expansive an inner vision.
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So many human beings spend a great deal of time rejecting their animal nature,
Yet evidence of our primordial instincts, permeate everything we have ever created.
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Even the most healthy and beautiful men and women,
Strain, sweat, smell, and ache when they toil;
Blow their nostrils clean each morning;
Eat, urinate, defecate, and pass gas,
More than a few times each day.
Women bleed and swell with milk,
For continuation of their genetic line.
Men ejaculate their seed for the same end.
What exactly does one love in another's body?
A vat of bones, organs, muscles, mucous, and blood;
Sheltered by nerve-ridden, porous, lifeless skin and hair;
Shaped in ways, we instinctively find appealing or revolting.
All of which, to the dread of many, must unavoidably be recycled,
Perhaps even as a brief, but mouthwatering feast, for one beast or another.
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Free your Self of the notion of original sin, that you were born evil incarnate.
It is nothing more than a concept inspired by ignorance, by greed, by the need to control,
That the pure awareness you most eternally are, did not choose at birth.
There is no sin, no iniquity, only dualistic absurdity.