We resist who we are because we are afraid we may have to give up our stuff. We avoid learning that stuff is only as good as how we choose to look at it, and this is even more disquieting.
THE WINGS OF TIME
We are accumulation of one eternal movement.
A twist in/out, always circling itself.
Repetition gathers, believing it is master of time.
Denial sustains the illusion.
The collective will prevails in time.
Arrogance journeys through hell until individuals awaken - tested to return of their own accord.
To hitch a ride on recurrence and know Love as its center.
The collective will prevails in time because it is the sum of who we think we are, without exclusion.
Complicity must be recognized before one may see the bigger picture and release from the control of all as one.
"When you know with whom you are speaking, the conversation rests more easily on truth."
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