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I describe consciousness as mother, earth, and the intelligence that shapes it.

It's like an image of the moon on two different television sets.

The real moon exists in different space than our living room.

When we go outside at night, I'm nervous; I'm afraid for the animals; I mix consciousness with time, confuse time with what could happen.

I struggle for understanding beyond environmental fears and grief.

Consciousness is like the live-feed of a jaguar on two different video screens.

The real jaguar's filmed in a rainforest, preparing her energies.

Before, I knew what to look for at night; I no longer know.

My fear offers new possibility, the way awareness can create.

Two birds perch in a constellation tree with the same name; one eats starfruit; the other looks on.

They're together, which we recognize, like the sun and moon; one shines out; one waits for light.

Observing and observed universe are complementary aspects of their love.