On the eve of thanksgiving.... Grateful... for the infinite moment of wakefulness. For the grace of that moment when I looked upon the non-human and rose to a new dawn, a dawn where the world both broke and healed through the same infinite moment.. a moment through which the cognizance about life rose to starkness and luminosity...a time through which came the recognition that all life is a web, one organic fabric; analogous and often equivalent; equivalent in that it suffers like we do; feels joy, playfulness and sometimes empathy and camaraderie as we do and is keenly interested in its own well being as we are.. and fundamentally and literary one in that all life, all matter comes from the death of distant cosmic creatures we call stars.... The human heart remains imprisoned through the futility of exercising dominance... dominance over women, dominance over children, dominance over those of differing ethnicities and most egregiously dominance over the earth and those creatures, the non-humans who speak a mighty but forgotten language... I am grateful for the hand of fate that awoke me from a deep and easy slumber, and despite the grief that being awake brings, it also bestows a luminous and electric joy, a rough and jagged completeness ... the touch of skin, of fur, of scales, ... the sound of a trumpet, birdcalls, a purring cat, and a sighing dog.. and grateful for the words from eyes that look directly at mine, speaking a language that the human soul, yes, does understand... and so, I am also grateful for the many hundreds and thousands of advocates who live with me in this infinite moment of wakefulness. Thank you.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 00:19:27 +0000
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