The reason why life is so much better in Mexico is because there is heart. Many will ask, what is heart? An organ? The symbol of love? But most don't know it is a place inside you were you are connected to the goodness of mankind. It keeps life beautiful, warm, friendly and progressive. Having heart. It is what keeps families what they were meant to be and villages running. Heart is something you have to be close to, or you won't know it is there. Here in Mexico, it is what so much of lifes decisions are based on.
One may look at the problem of America as politics and a bad leader and corporation greed. But this describes most countries. Politics is just that fragmented layer on top for the few to use the many out of their need for direction. For the many, life is not politics, it is just every day existence, no matter what the "big guys" up above are making. Here in Mexico we are not our government, we are the people of the land. The land and history, a way of living that has seen the centuries pass and still persists. In America, what the threat is to the world, is loss of heart. A submission to better shape oneself to the needs of your controllers. The mind brainwashed, not enough, they must drain their society of heart, of care, because care for those type always stands in the way.
America is without a heart. A land raped and captured so very recently the wound still bleeds and festers everywhere. And on such a base, its people have become the world leaders in living for oneself only. In Americas search for itself it has narrowed down to its own needs like there is no other. This is government down to the individuals. Somehow, the formula to take the human out of humanness had been extracted and now the latest weapon to enslave mankind. The world beware heartless America, unless it become like it and die from within also.
(this post inspired by one who has no fence around her heart, living in America, proof that one can still hold onto it if they want)
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no real words just tears of learning understanding and such beautful words
When yu have no fence around your heart when you see the world as it has become and learn more and more .Makes you wish to become part of the soil to pray you can grow something truly free a wild flower to feed the humming bird or butterfly .But now i cant become part of the soil i would have to be incased in concret my flesh never being one with earth again even in death its not allowed in the land of the free. I pray the world never matchs the ideas of the free here and may the world never put fences arounf the heart of Mother earth but i guess its a pipe dream because looks like the world is on the power trip train now to so mANY FENCES going up we will never be free to run bairfoot any more to much broke glass.Bless you Zitikia for finding you freedom
A popular book here by a pioneering grina was titled "Dust On My Heart". She had come to Ajijic in Mexico a long time ago when few gringos were here. She died a few at 99 years. I imagine before she did that she was as disgusted as I with what our nations of birth have produced. I'll take Mexico's dust on my heart to the US fences around those their any day.
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