Freeman wordsmith your words are forged in the hottest fire, that forms the sharpest sword. Yet if long buried in the soil eventually turns back into earth. There it can no longer pierce or cut. It came from the earth and the earth has claimed it back. When it lay dormant, it did not suffer the blows of the hammer or the anvil. Your heart is a sure sword, let it continue to forge words, in it's own true essence, without the blunting of "mine" and "thine" no duality, not two sides, no pain, no cutting, no tearing, only God not as concept, not as belief, not as a word, not as emotion, but the wholeness the amness of all of us, worlds without end. Amen.
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