the bone

The Power of One’s Bone

When the bone was picked up in search of food,

striving to stay alive, the impetus was fear of death.

Hunger, the gravitation toward Truth.

Frustration, when discovering

neither meat on the bone, nor marrow inside.

In Anger, violently striking the Earth with that bone,

it shattered and cut a finger open.

Sucking the wound, drinking the blood.

Nourishing; the mouth felt Pleasure, then Wonder.

Thirst, the gravitation toward Truth.

A tool had been born; that caused pain, could dominate,

and cleave those to Me who would parent My children.

Protection arose; this My possession,

would secure the collective, creating the enclave.

Through separation We would be One and not Alone;

Madness, the gravitation toward Truth.

The beginning, the end, the search.


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