From stardust to dust, from the ashes of the stars speckled on this good Mother Earth,
and the fire which they’re made of,
we are made of before birth.
And in it, we trust that the almighty God is working in and on us
So that new stars are constantly born in the essence of us.
Karma is restored in the extracts of us, and what we think is the end are skewed perceptions of what time really is,
and its relativeness.
You see, in the grand scale if things, yrs can be minutes, and minutes - become seconds to milliseconds to microseconds to a word u can’t see on this page cuz the time seems to tick nanoseconds and whatever other “seconds” away so quickly,
can we not all agree?
And yet- relatively,
what is a second, essentially?
1 light year is a “klick” away,
measure the distance that can take.
As a HueMan, that can be such a literal
A kilometre seems like such the hypothetical criterion.
But it’s real.
The beginning of time started with friction to create you and me.
and all that rubbing up close was the chemistry of true intimacy
Just all up under each other
Like no tomorrow (which back then, wasn’t even a word yet lol)
And so atoms basked in eachother’s presence,
Limitless with luminescence
WANTING to be close with no inhibition just creation
As strength is to power is to only love can create this
cuz if it’s not love than it’s separation.
But the SOUL is what carries love’s ingredient to the equation.
It goes on to build great nations.
And still, cosmic dust we become.
Part of a rock spinning ‘round the sun.
And Elements of our vulnerable flesh and bone finally become one with the dust
that our souls have completed a job well done.
Moving on to the next and the next flesh and blood, life after life, day after day,
death and again and again we recreate, another moment in Heaven, where we realize or not that planet Earth already ORBITS in Heaven.
We ARE Heaven. It is a state of mind.
Where is it so badly that you want to go?
When the secrets of your ancestors
Are in these rocks?
Provided to us by our Heavenly God?
We are here! The beauty in life;
all the trips and stumbles we take on the path to find enlightening truths.
When- in all simplicity, it lives in me AND in you.
It stands in trying to recognize the good outweighs the bad.
Through long lines of happiness,
through lineage this will pass,
living an everlasting life;
by any change of climactic chance,
those fine grains of powdered flesh & bone have blown away
It’s in all of this to hope that I say;
Its not the figurative version of life,
but the literal.
The true meaning of everlasting life
Lies in the choices of our hearts and souls,
Which makes being the best we can be for one another,
So very critical.
"Doug, What would you do, if you had to tell someone the most important thing in the world, but they wouldn’t believe you?"
Doug: “I’d try” — Deja Vu
ieternal7 said: are you a writer ? or just maybe you study philosophy and the arts ? anyway, I think more of a place of thought than a cosmic toilet. since, we are floating on a ball suspended by air and gravity.
yes i am writer. i’m a lifetime student of the arts. Philosophy, i suppose- not on purpose though.
Certainly a place of thought. For me, just a play on words. My expression is all. words are only created as we take them, but can mean several things simply based on perception, i find.
Traveling somewhere beautiful can take you away for a moment, inspire you for that second. But it’s important to try being able to go some place beautiful anywhere that you are, so that every where you are, is Heaven. — CharliZero
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Welcome to Lesson #2 in deductive reasoning (Once Again);
Yesterday, I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday, I woke up sucking a..
Well….Yesterday, I woke up sucking.
Yesterday, I woke up.
Yesterday, I woke.
That was Yesterday.
Why do fools fall in love?
Why do fools fall in?
Why do fools fall?
Why do fools?