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Mud Children
Jan. 6th, 2010 06:58 amWe are the Mud Children. We live in the dirt, dusting ourselves with the soft, with the clean of the powder. With Clarity we allow ourselves to become murky and thick. The Truth comes to us and mixes with our clean dust and traps us in the same place we call our Home warping it into a pit.
Writhing, jerking, and then waiting, we return to our soft dirt as we "let it play out." Never separating water from dirt, never leaving our comfort, never realizing what is staring us in the face. Imagine.
A small furry creature bathes itself in dust and hops away happily. It comes to a stream and drinks the pure crystal water. When it returns to its underground hutch, it is Home again, in the soft dirt.
Writhing, jerking, and then waiting, we return to our soft dirt as we "let it play out." Never separating water from dirt, never leaving our comfort, never realizing what is staring us in the face. Imagine.
A small furry creature bathes itself in dust and hops away happily. It comes to a stream and drinks the pure crystal water. When it returns to its underground hutch, it is Home again, in the soft dirt.
