The Mirage of Shiny Things…

The further from the earth we allow ourselves to become, the further we move from our soul; the earth is our body, to divorce ourselves from her embrace, is to cut out our own heart. The rivers will run red for a time, but soon they will clear and we will be nothing, but a memory; if that, perhaps forgotten altogether, as if we never were. Or just a skull found in a cave, as some wondering being of tomorrow asks; what could have been, had they only loved truth of LOVE. Instead of like fish in a pond becoming enamored of their own shiny things. Caught in a net of their ego and fear, they drug themselves to the oxygen-less beach to suffocate; in a world not real, a mirage in the desert. In the sand they became buried, in the sands of time they turned to dust; for the illusions of their terror and control, they sacrificed all of greatest value, the key to their happiness…

just LOVE…
Kip Baldwin
“Pleasure can be supported by an illusion; but happiness rests upon truth.” ~ Sébastien-Roch Nicolas De Chamfort

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