Spiritual life is a response to a call. Of our own accord we would never turn away from the world and begin the long and painful journey HOME. But Someone calls to us, calls to us from within the depths of our heart, awakening our own deepest longing. This call is like a golden thread that we follow, guiding us deeper and deeper within, always pointing to the beyond. It is both intimate and allusive, for it does not belong to the mind, but to the deepest core of our being. We hear it most easily when the conscious mind is still.
How rare and beautiful it is that we exist.
What if we stun existence one more time?...
The earth remembers everything,
our bodies are the color of the earth and we are nobodies.
Been born from so many apocalypses, what's one more?
Love is still the only revenge. It grows each time the earth is set on fire.
But for what it's worth, I'd do this again.
Gamble on humanity one hundred times over.
Commit to life unto life, as the trees fall and take us with them.
I'd follow love into extinction.