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we avoid love like the plague, choosing instead its easier counterpart,
the dream of perfection, the story we retell in our sleep, the drama of possession and
regret. Love is free. and frees us, but we won¶t have it
we like our slavery to the dream of love the cheap imitation of our souls,
our self amusement our egoistic failures and the petting of our pain like a poodle, the
flowering of our
self pity which runs like a river through the reality of love¶s call to us.
We spin on the head of a pin, dizzying our selves with delusions of something we think
of as our
Self but really darling what do we have to see now but the bottom of a cup we have
drained dry selfish and
Vain, we forget to see the Other and then its too late.
We say I would die for you but are not willing to live for the soul we think of as our own,.
( you realise don¶t you that this Soul is one Soul and you only carry a part of It around in
that body you so carefully
Tend to, painting , strengthening the frame while ignoring the real big picture.)
This call is not optional no matter what your free will prophets espouse
We will die and be reborn in it. We will lose consciousness and awaken fully
(What is the story you tell about yourself to keep it alive? What would happen if you
allowed a new story to appear in its place this moment. one you were not aware of
existing but somewhere deep inside, it is your real familiar. The joy of not knowing. The
astonishment of who you are in some way you hadn't even imagined yetáá
So what does it matter now if you embrace it? In this life will it impact one molecule of
Your being any differently?
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