Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment. To those song- writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own. To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking .
Live in silence.
Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.
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