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"Things" |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Far away in the air a bird of the world flies well in the freedom to be the true essence of soul manifested and not merely a figment of dreams. Wings abreast and open to more, excited, I bet, and in awe at the power within so confined that enables the beauty of flight beyond bridges and solid walls made by the old order of “things”. And “things” are diverse and varied prone first to shout then whisper instead like a child attracting his mother and a mother dropping sound levels. It’s the drop of “things” down onto earth that suffocates voice in the throat and halts the distraction of outdated modes intent on holding at a safe distance the full spectrum and knowledge of soul. So says that bird up there in the air draped so in mystique and magic till it drops down to earth nothing more than a bird and a common old “thing” with wings. And too I’m a common old thing with wings if I can believe in the new order of “things”. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
The bird of freedom flies around the globe, sadly your neighbours in Zimbabwe are not so lucky, the bird is not free to fly but caged, and sings a desperate tuneless song..one day when prayers are answered it will take to wings of freedom again...a good write...thank you.. Goldenrose. Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. (William Shakespeare.) |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Yes, indeed, Goldenrose. Many both here and there sing a desperate song but perhaps some things just have to be in the breaking down of old and the birth of new. The whole world is in a sad state - one can't help but wonder why. Thanks so much for the read. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a touching write here |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Can curled body find relief or just one song like I believe from the front row of memories room sing me sweet then into tune I am harmony unglued and left to scatter seeking wings to fly is what's the matter Hi Helen...your words took me back to this one of mine...  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Dixie - thanks so much for the read and for commenting. Martie - "I am harmony unglued and left to scatter seeking wings to fly is what's the matter" How beautifully said! I guess we'll have to wait for the "new order of things" before we can fly but meanwhile the growing of wings can be a most painful experience. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Wings abreast and open to more, excited, I bet, and in awe at the power within so confined that enables the beauty of flight beyond bridges and solid walls made by the old order of “things”. Wonderful thoughts to ponder! You are lovely, Helen dear~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, dear Bluesy. Lovely is as lovely does and sometimes harsh reality brings forth the "unlovely" ... but only until we learn there's a better way of handling it all. Take care! |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
great write~ |
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