Saving Lemuria

The ache in my spine is evaporating as I sit with bright but tired eyes. No sex, no junk food, no escape. Vice-less. But not really.

God says wherever there is room to have a mind, escape is a causality. Sometimes it’s healthy, escape can keep you safe. Sometimes it kills time, valuable time.

Like a sunflower, I am rooted in darkness, but my crown is illuminated by the summer sun. I wax and wane in the breeze. But I am sturdy.

God depends on me. And I don’t depend on ‘him’

I don’t think god has a gender. He just is.

It’s easier to give a label to something when it is too complex to understand. So the world chose ‘he’

But deep down I know that it lives, breathes, and has a drive to serve humanity for the best.

Despite that knowing, sometimes.. I deny him. I don’t always listen. I step into things that aren’t always easy to get out of.

Im aware that I’ll always be forgiven. But .. I’m a good friend. And I assumed being a good friend to source meant perfection. Maybe it’s about taking heed.

Time will tell.