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As I say in previous entries:

our bodies are just avatars,

earthly machines

in which we carry our portion

of the trembling 

spiritual

entity 

that imitates --

ie:

is the material double 

of the spiritual essence

of the God.

Packaged so lovingly 

in such lovely packages

the spirit persists,

in pieces.

(holograms)

Oddly,

or perhaps not so oddly,

we obsess over the box,

the physical home

that was never designed

to last eternally,

despite

the fact

it was designed to house

the eternal:

the essences of

love

and

wisdom

and

truth

and 

good

and

evil.

( papermandalas )

The technology 

of the human

body

is so precise,

so

advanced,

and each element cooperates

with the others

to help us

maneuver

our earthly domain.

The body was only designed

to carry

the parts

       until

the parts could be united

again.

When the parts we carry

are once again subsumed

into the whole,

when our earthly clothing

falls away,

      time will

          cease

         entity will

                cease;

the realm of reproduction

and the double               

will cease         

because it will no longer

be needed

because we will be All

again;

and our physical existences

will live on          

only

in our actions

and memories

and in our writing,

in what we inscribe

on the walls of the womb

of the eternal.

( chineseculture )