Finding Your Individual Essence

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Living on earth can be so devastating when you are left waiting in spaces of time, having been forgotten. Worn ragged, torn within from shards of life and loss that have cut apart our beings and spirits. Taking our turns in line, making sure that others are always taken care of before ourselves. Leaving ourselves til last, set on closet shelves, doors being closed on us at the end of each day. Walls standing in the way, blocking artistic aspects in life, carpeting covering up the essence of our natures, as we walk barefooted on them instead of grass outdoors. What do we give up when we are born as human beings in towns and cities, never getting to be a part of nature and it's universe. Being left out in the cold, wandering this earth, looking insatiably for things we are missing, not knowing what they are. Until finally spending time in nature's essence, realizing that we have never had an interior spirituality, having never been taught how to achieve one from parents or family. Discovering it at last on your own, finding the essence of your being, reaching for it unselfishly and completely.

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