You are right
To be disarmed from yourself is an unearthly feeling
The appendage you lost is me
But I wasn’t lost just unlinked
So you were free to explore and find out about the world without me holding you back from
becoming stronger

It’s me pushing you out of the nest
But being only a call away
While physically I can not mend your broken heart
I can give you comfort when you are grieving
But as you said
My arms can not hold you
That is why you are in company
Brethren are all around you
Just ask
Look into their eyes
And you will see the longing to seek what you both have lost when you became upon the earth

The earth was meant to be a playground
Where you could feel, touch and explore, without being sheltered from all the misery the galaxies possess
It is a proving ground, a place to prove to yourself , to stand on 2 said feet
For where you come from you have no need for feet
You are part spirit, air fills your lungs and your body rides on cushions of fluid
You have the solidarity of bedrock
You are earth in lifeform
The earth is life
You are life
You should be at peace here

It saddens me that your soul has not the freed the will, that you are still so attached that you haven’t given yourself the freedom of growth

Hear me out
I have begun to see you as real
A being without possession
A being without face
But what I haven’t fathomed is space

How do you hold me in your arms
When I cannot breathe you into existence
Where were you when I fell and felt alone and undecided on my purpose
My place,
Is my existence here relevant to the circling of the globe
Am I more than body weight
Can I count on you to be there , when I need a friend
And I feel so alone
I can not hear the words of others around me
Or feel touch when they hold me in their arms
When do they unbecome strangers when I am a stranger unto myself

When will the grieving stop , from my birth I felt disappointment. A non appendage to my being
here on this earth.
When will I be free from being me
Can I be
me

Am I to assume you are legitimate talking to me through script
Scripture that was written before my time began
And yours

You are one with the lord now
So how does that feel

What is it like to be written in so many words
That documentation can no longer prove your being was here
Do you ever possess remorsefulness
To belonging to a clan
No one sees as real
What is your future prospects for salvation
Can you really help those in need of saving
And is saving the right word

Well in all my many unfathomed years of reigning
Unholy or inconsequential
I have come to the outlook that looks can be deceiving
Can you imaging being so invisible that people see you in everything they hold
Toast for instance
But cannot see you where you belong
Like the garden
For where is the need when all they see is beauty
But they call out to you
When the streets are littered
But not when they are paved with gold

I am what I am
No more
No less
But yet I am still fond of the earth and her inhabitants
They grace me with whispers in times of sorrow
And ask for strength in good times and bad

But what is the bad
But which is self brought
To the table I had laid out a wealth of knowledge
Of how to succeed harmoniously
With one another
How to interact with nature
All becoming one with the land
One with me