Home in this world is my Self.
The Self that houses the spark of God’s divinity.
My Self, my Soul,
where the Holy of Holies resides.
It is that which is easily obscured from sight;
that which is drowned in the din of materialism.
But if I can see this sacred vessel within me
I will be able to appreciate
its presence in others,
and in all things.
And then I shall be free.
The sea turned red with the blood of 250 pilot whales
slaughtered in the Faroe Islands in Denmark…but the carnage continues
and more whales will be slaughtered.