With millions without homes I think of the mouse who makes a home in my shoe he knows about comfort even from a saucer size hole for his bedding from my old jacket. The mouse makes a lovely home, all it cost him were his inborn instincts obviously there is no relationship between the skill of the mouse and the plight of a human being, only one regret and it is this. To deny many kind but poor people a home is a lack of empathy and an insult to the meek, who will one day turn like the world and inherit a kind new age world where the horrors of the property profiteers will be banished.
Broken Down
When we are broken down it will begin again when this earth is ploughed and tilled again it will be down with seeds, when we break down, we are born anew to what we discover and in every hundred years we have one that looks the same, for thousands of years it strikes a chord in every country upon earth. We have doppelgangers repeating, the same person guarding, within limitation the souls of us, the masters adepts will be present. Walking in duplicity but with clothing for whatever period of time that was then, this is today and all the tomorrows till evermore infinity. Too vast for mind to grasp.
