There is an old lady, her name is The Landlord. She wears her age well and has long beautiful grey hair. Every wrinkle just makes her more and more beautiful, accentuating her wisdom and authenticity. She has a closet full of beautiful and creative clothes. She does not let her age affect her fashion at all. Sometimes she dresses like royalty other times she dresses like she is homeless and everything between. Regardless of how she is dressed she is always filled with and radiates love, care, trust, beauty, wonder, and majesty.
She has several different types of homes for rent: low income apartments, studios, lofts, duplexes, town houses, cookie cutter homes, mansions, castles. Did I miss anything? She has that for rent as well. She stocks every home with a life time supply of love, care, trust, warmth, comfort, food, clothes, and anything else that is needed. Her agreement is simple but not always read. Her tenants often times over complicate the agreement therefore pushing it to the side.
Her tenants are very busy and think of themselves as much smarter than they really are. For some reason they have taken her love and turned it to hate, they have taken her care and turned it to greed, they have taken her trust and mocked it with terms such as naïve and gullible, they have taken her warmth and comfort and turned it into a commodity. They have taken her food, her healing food, and poisoned it. They have taken her clothes and used it as a way to separate themselves even more as if they weren’t already separated enough. Even people, families, who live together become separate.
Continuing to avoid the agreement they violate it more and more. Pocking and prodding the land they rented as they wish with no regard. They become so busy and separate that they completely forget about the land lord.
She walks down the side walk in her neighborhoods and no one meets her eyes, smiles, or says hello. She is very lonely and sensitive and absorbing all of the hate, greed, and poison around her. She goes through waves of emotions and cries.
As her tenants become more and more busy and more and more separate they become more and more delusional and pass off their delusion as truth. What the land lord owns they sell and buy. What the landlord owns they pass off as their own. What the land lord owns they poke and prod. Money is passed off as power. And some of the tenants think of themselves as more powerful than the others. They are breaking her. They are breaking her heart. If they only realized they live in her heart and only love is the truth. Everything else is an illusion.