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The walls of that building is made of adobe, which is made of the sand and clay under our feet mixed with water. The furniture, cutlery and utensils are all handmade locally with resources from this area we're in. The cloth people wear are made of fabrics woven nearby from organic cotton grown by the neighbour who finds passion and purpose in it. Or grown in small batches for our own use in each our gardens.

Everything you see here you can point at and tell your children about where the elements it consists of came from and how it came to be. You know the people who touched and shaped it. And every item is crafted with the presence and intent of a human being.

How would it feel to be in such a place?

my whole personality

every thought or story I believed to be

falls into a trillion pieces

like crushed glass

Were you a contracted robot again

Melt, sweat, cry

The mud suits you

You know bare feet dirty from walking in dry soil are sexy

Show yourself

In this vaulnerable exposure

Dustparticles turn into diamond crystals

Idealism crumbles

Perfectionism succeeds in failure

Striving cracks

Giving up following

suddenly you find yourself home

Eye to eye

Equality

Attitudes are replaced by realness

The clear lake is always watching

Inside

Reflected through your eyes

One Ray of Sun

Illuminating a thousand dustparticles

In their beautiful silent dance

I am that One

Watching it all

The overwhelming amounts of sadness

Heaviness all-consuming

Turmoil of shame, guilt and suffering

Arising from silence

I heard my heart go

'Ooohh, holy -

In the void of your embrace

No desires

No needs

No agendas

No longing

No compulsion

I am beyond suffering and fullfillment

I am a vessel for God

Servant of Spirit

Or not

I am that