The Great Wall of China is only one of our Temples now. Thoughts, words, languages, images, laws, rules, all a great devotion before an alter of separation and division. The Israeli and Palestinian have all forgotten, so too the Pakistani and Indian, the Tibetan and Chinese, the East and West German, North and South Korean, Republican and Democrat. We have all forgotten what once flourished upon the abundance of this Earth.

When we banished the consort into the opened rings of fire, a new dream seed was planted over the body of her precious resource. Oh Humankind, how could we have forgotten so quickly? How many more must fall into an inferno we call Illusion?  Entering fear or loves death trap without humility.

There was once known an existence of a much nobler truth, long before we refused to remember. Known as kindness, the giving of life and beauty without physical attribute. An in-between utterance of a self who wills itself to hide behind the mask unfulfilled. Was it easier to hide behind the great wall or become exposed with those who know how to whisper with the wind? 

She spoke: I am the Wars exhaulted within me, I ceased to dream what I remembered of Love, a birthed life of my truest liberation upon a world with ultimate peace as my own nature through forgiveness. From the beginnings of our remembrance, we had desired that which we had chosen. Look what temples of stones we had built in its glory,  can I deny that something was missing 'inside' these walls? 

If it were not for the paperwork, the doctrines and the endless amounts of truth imprisoned, then yes, we shall truly never be able to return to the circle that always remembers. The greatest fears of speaking this name can only be found within. Always  hidden, always remaining untamably wild and free only to break free from our own grandest illusion. 

Inner peace of unconditional love exists only from becoming, never spoken utterances of anything more. Forgiving myself to live up to words, then I would no longer be human. Forever releasing the lost one who accepts this as a nobler but punishable truth. It was she who had remembered, not me, I only accepted the banishment of an intricate  teaching, no longer holding the internal imprisoned world. I have become what I was looking for.