"As a child I thought if I could touch the sky I could touch the face of God. As a man I learned that all I had to do was touch my own heart"
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Resistance

 

I tenderly lift that part of me which refuses to surrender and cradle it in my arms. Like a newborn babe, I gently rock it to and fro. After all, this is my child, my own creation.

 
“Dear one, when you are ready to join the dance; you will have a seat of honor at the table”. “My love”, I whisper, “please forgive me for treating you like the enemy. In my desperation, with the soldiers of modern medicine arrayed behind me, I have done everything to try to destroy you and nothing to understand you.” With my breath I caress the frightened babe. With my heart I whisper that she may enter the Void in her own time, and together we shall embrace as one.