Do not hold yourself back. The beauty of your own vibration is altered with every tension you put upon the chord. Cacophony lives where harmony is the truth. A cloud crawls slowly into the space of clarity, and humanity is born. So we toil, we labor, we try and we work towards the removal of clouds. The clouds we put there ourselves. It all seems so simple. So tricky and crafty and artistically wonderful in the full scope of that quality we know as the cleverness of man.

I wrote something once, and then I burned it. And people scattered to pick up the ashes of that which had transformed, but that was not the way to find the words. The words had transformed and could not come in that old way of theirs. They transformed, so that we might transform. Becoming that which can find the words another way.

So where is home? Home is where we make it. Home is here. It always has been and always will be. We lose ourselves to our own thinking selves and forget that which lies beneath, above, within and beyond. Can we find our way back to the connection between homes of here and here and here? Einstein dreamed of the realms of all possible space and time uniting in the single mind of one man. He sacrificed his own comfort for the expansion of dreams upon dreamers within thoughts of what could be. He sacrificed his effort to be seen in that way that most were acclaimed for up to his time. He then honored his truth. And in history will be honored by those who have learned from what he bravely displayed to the masses. He roused the consciousness of his time and times to come. In his life, he transcended death. In his death, he lives here now. We see so often how understanding clings to the physical explanation of these recent sentences. Yet how many realms of possible truth can we honor in our conversation? Do we ask science to purport to know all that can be from here to the eternity of evolution? Can we ask ourselves to pretend to know everything?

I would hope there would come a time where no one claims to know all that is and will be. Yet we live in a time of present, where our now, our constructed world of our co-creation, has within it some who might claim the highest of thrones and ask others to bow. I hope for a world where those who reach the thrown of their own essence can ask all others to join them. No one must bow to another, none is above or beyond, as we all learn our own infinitesimal boundary-less-ness.

Can we live in a world that builds up and does not tear down? Can we find the love to sustain our earth? Can we create together the open awareness to guide our futures towards the revitalization of life?

Yes. We can.

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