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Winds
blow as my flag stands high and waves to me in the air. Giants surround me as guardians of my
thoughts and energies, their limbs move creating liquid landscapes for my
eyes. Sentinel flowers stare into space
dreaming of a time they were connected to the earth; pretending they are seen
by the sleepers below, comforting them with their beauty. Yet the flowers know they are completely
alone when considering those who no longer hold residence here; only God
remains. It is that absence of all but
God that we fear, yet in truth that is what has always been. We assume play as being and being as
individualized self, this makes us thing of these thoughts as our own. As sure as my giants shall fall, certainty
fills me with knowing that as individuals we possess nothing. Within that nothing we as portions of the
whole contain everything, through the creative wonder of the all and everything
God is.
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