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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I follow the trail of blood, milk, and honey, to where we’re all going from where we once came. The Buddha said to embrace suffering and feel your feelings fully, but in my short time I’ve uncovered that men often mean the opposite of what they meant. So I’ve pledged to live a life of duality, in hopes to askew you from thinking you know what I know I know. The Christian God said to bear one another’s burdens fully. Well, if man made his purpose levity to man, the earth would be utopic, and there would be no more burdens left for anyone to bear. So I’ve pledged to bear the weight of myself wholly and alone, for only individually can we return to Eden again. The Muslim God said not to trust anyone except Himself and the Prophet Muhammad, and surely one man can’t be the only one right for the sum of all men. So I’ve pledged to disobey and incorporate a piece of everyone’s theology into my way of being. Philip, man of men, said man hands misery to man. Well, that’s only true if you don’t change or try. So I’ve pledged to forgive myself, me and I, and you, only in the few times I’m right. I’ve been to temples, I’ve been to shrines, I’ve been to chapels, I’ve been to forests, and I’ve sat alone on park benches listening to junipers sing. And here’s what I’ve come to believe: We’re all talking about the same person, and he loves both you and I equally.
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