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the tether |
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fc Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 130 |
she fights the wind, mercilessly tossing her to and fro angering at the buffeting knowing she cannot fight the tether that holds her tight... but only for her own good only for her safety, says the tether. she fights the angering as the emotions seem to come and go at will, and she fights the unfairness of the tether but the tether states flatly anger not for life is not fair. she watches the ground as the tether repeatedly pulls her down down to her rightful place, it says, it is only here to take care of her. but one day she looks up up to the clouds roaming free, to the birds who choose to put flight under their wings she looks up to life and she strains and tests the tether, a desire to fly growing deep inside. she looks at the tether with knowledge anew and marvels that she ever gave it power to hold her down now if she could just learn to untie the nots... [This message has been edited by fc (edited 01-20-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Untie those 'nots' and fly! Excellent, FC!  Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Applauding...This is magnificent!! I must share with you my favorite poem of all times. The Falcon To The Falconer ~~Jonathan Steffen Unleash me from your hand And I will lance the light for you I'll cut a swordblade on the wind And pennant it with flight for you To signal I am yours If you will free me to be true to you Unleash me from your hand And I will mock the sky for you I'll pull the anger from the air And make the breezes sigh for you To show that I am yours If you will free me to be true to you Unleash me from your hand And I will jewel it bright for you I'll hunt the treasures of the wind And pluck them into sight for you To show that I am yours If you will free me to be true to you O, cast me from your hand That I may show my love for you And throw me to the wind That I may know my need for you All darkness on your hand I'm hooded, pinned, and held by you O, give me back my wings That they may bring me back to you At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato |
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fc Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 130 |
wow, wow wow, that is incredible, oh to aspire to that level of writing, oh to be free to fly...wow, thank you ruth for sharing that....sigh [This message has been edited by fc (edited 01-20-2000).] |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
I've heard this expression before, your poem was excellent in description!!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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JTF Member
since 1999-08-09
Posts 319France |
And an orator said, "Speak to us of Freedom." And he answered: At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom, Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them. Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff. And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment. You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound. And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break the chains which you at the dawn of your understanding have fastened around your noon hour? In truth that which you call freedom is the strongest of these chains, though its links glitter in the sun and dazzle the eyes. And what is it but fragments of your own self you would discard that you may become free? If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was written with your own hand upon your own forehead. You cannot erase it by burning your law books nor by washing the foreheads of your judges, though you pour the sea upon them. And if it is a despot you would dethrone, see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed. For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their won pride? And if it is a care you would cast off, that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you. And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared. Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape. These things move within you as lights and shadows in pairs that cling. And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light. And thus your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom. Khalil Gibran |
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fc Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 130 |
JTF couldn't let this post go by without a thankyou.....am gonna print this and put it up right beside me.....sigh....thank you much |
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One Who Understands Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 251Cedar Rapids, Iowa |
fc, you have triggered thoughts from us all...thank you |
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