What is the spirit of a dove, a wild horse; or any animal-living being for that matter?
It is what we all were once, the creativity, life, infinitism, love, care, thought of GOD.
Those that are, cannot be crushed, destroyed; life cannot cease; ever.
The Spirit is. Sometimes, if we ever, or have ever longed to die. What we desire is to be GOD once again; but we can't. He articulated us; whatever we are; we must own it. Survive, whatever we have to.
Is that not more than being his ideas? To become a life, a being? How blessed.
Worth fighting for.
The Spirit within you has the absolute ability to save you.
Listen to it...whispers in the night, starlight, eyes that pierce your soul - a saving touch, that one part of a flower petal where you see GOD. The color is more fierce than the rest; that fade that becomes art.
Heat; breezes, the voice of angels, flurries, floating wishes that are your all, but may or may not come true; but they are yours.
What is yours? What you own? Have purchased? Fought for? Died for? Won? Created? Dreamt? Good and bad...everything has taught you what it must. Pain, regret, scars, all have meaning, lessons; will make you what you are. GOD's idea.
Don't be afraid of them. Take them.
They are yours.
