Im afraid, Sally, we are mute and blind and cannot touch. Nor taste, no smell the scent. So entrapped we are with ourselves. Our passions and desires, so blind, we forgot to touch, to see ourselves in the mirror.
Maybe it’s because we know the ugliness we created.
Nevertheless, I’m certain, life will find a way. If we could only see it as in a mirror. As love itself, as seeing God, the Universe, Gaia, in everything we touch, in everything we see, in everything we sense, in that light reaching Us.
Thank you for writing, Sally.
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