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I was on the run from the sun. Unaware of the fact that WE ARE ALL ONE./ I'd forgotten where we all come from. And this pathetic writing fuels no purpose; an empty mode of expression...In and out are the same./ I learned that the day I came into this world. Out of one mother and into another. My mother earth. I thank god for my ability to give birth. To create a life worth living, I must get better at the art of giving. And lose my war against thinking. For only in true surrender does freedom live,/ and in that place lies my ability to give/ WHOLEHEARTEDLY./ I must continue down the path that my first sacred breath started me./ The moment my heart started to beat, I became aware of this thing called "me"./ And when my brain formed,/ thoughts clouded the lense through which I see. And still here I be,/ a walking manifestation of the fact that god means FREE.