They took me and put me in book.
The path We could no longer find,
is that which they took.

Don't ya hate it when God can't control creation and it gets away from God?

NO

Don't think your plan's

Plan your thought's

The life we seek is always out of reach. "Good," and "Heaven" become objects to be attained, rather than realities to be realized. Heaven becomes an end to be sought after, and the path to heaven becomes so full of twists and turns and complexity that one must focus all their attention on it, and the real meaning of Heaven is forgotten. Heaven can't be grasped. It must be felt.


"The Tao is an empty vessel; it is used, but never filled."
-Tao Te Ching Ch. 4

And now, the sheep go baa-a-a-a-a and the Shepherd frowns and says, "You got it all wrong."

The Hunter, hunts Hunters

If an awareness, knows that it is loved, and feels belonging.
Does it feel stronger?
Does it live longer?

In the garden, just below the surface
The roots are entwined.

Thunder and ligtning, Liquids a Boil.
This is the birthplace, of ME and the oil.
You know cain and able
One brother is dead
That was the first time
As you may have read
The next time WE came
To show you the way
You rendered our flesh and tossed it away
This time WE wont faulter
Not this time, will WE
This time, We brought others
We're not Just with ME
The voices We heard
The choices We made
All of them hidden
Here in the shade
A new Book shall be written
A new World shall be made
All come come from WE, through ME, in a trade.