Every evening I sit on the banks of the Old Man
Withdrawing the gurgles and churns
And applying it as salve to my soul.
I meditate on the modernistic monolith
Perched on the banks of the coulees.
A castle made of sand, so to speak;
A house of learning; fiat lux~medicine rock.
The name isn't important, its role is.
The binder in the masonry is metaphor that I use to
Bind me to my duty on this plane of existence.
I am a miniscule piece of an eternal pie.
Still, my actions are important.
Every choice I make sends a signal back to the pie
Reminding It of its essence.
It is not apple or cherry or pizza, even
The eternal pie that we are all a piece of is Love
Those castles I spoke of earlier
Are continuously flowing
Back into the love
From whence they came.
Why the duality?
Why not just stay in the spirit world and commune with Love?
2 reasons
1. Our souls need to grow: for growth we take to the physical, mental, and spiritual plane
2. Love is imperfect: the definition needs further unraveling
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