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  • As soon as I put on a suit of clothes
    I qualify
    as a professional murderer
    of the natural environment.
    I use public transport, ride my bike, and go by foot-falcon
    I eat as much organic as possible
    eat the least amount of factory processed foods as possible
    refuse fluoride and household chemicals,
    don't own a TV or a car
    endeavour to make my footprint as small as possible
    small enough to be identified as natural as possible
    though it's never small enough to ease my knowing
    that what I am doing to Mother Earth
    while like most others
    working at making a living
    and all the BS that comes with that.
    So I endeavour to make my heartprint as large as possible
    it's little compensation, I know
    but in the face of it all
    I do the best I can.
    I continue to LOVE LIFE
    One day, maybe, I go back bush

    'Heartwave' from a meditation in 2000. The only true currency is LOVE.
    I've been asked, "Is it going up, or coming down?"
    My interpretation: When the spirit lands it sees that it can make choices in this corporeal existence.
    That is why the legs are rendered like a thumb and forefinger. Picking, choosing. Four segments involved = choice.
    Then when goodwill and wellbeing choices are made, hey, maybe a bit like a trampoline, it kicks you back up there, as the happy 'fella' you were meant to be!

    ['fella' in pidgin, in one context refers to expressive energy/form where it is a non-gender expression]
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