Without Logic, I become an animal…Am I a predator or someone else’s breakfast?
Without a heart, I am dead meat, but then, why can’t I rest in peace?
Without feelings, I’m a Kalashnikov, killing everything that may cause me pain or joy.
Without love, I am incapable of forgiving. I am self-centered.
Without forgiveness, I am unable to recognize my own mistakes.
Without peace, I am a trouble maker.
Without a mind, I am ready to accept. My heart becomes the major player and fear is out of question.
Without fear, I am willing to take the risk. More yes than no.
Without speech, I am suffocating on my own thoughts. I no longer speak my own truth. I’m drowning.
Without a body, I can live forever.
Without a family, I am a stray cat, meowing for shelter and affection.
Without awareness I am NOT.
Without trees, I cannot breathe.