Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Prison Walls






Take an axe
and break down
the prison walls.

Hafiz



Some of the walls of my prison have been self-imposed by insecurities and small thinking.  Other areas of my prison have been built subtly but deliberately, brick by brick, through deceit to keep me lesser than.

A fire burns within the pit of my stomach, growing so strong that it becomes the ax to break down the walls, turning the old into ash and rubble.  Relinquishing old ways of thinking, truth is born so simply.

New found light shines in the direction I now must go.  With accurate vision  I gather all that I am as a force to actualize creative expression.  Cleansed of old debris, I am ready to embrace new visions and to work in the flow of all there is and all there ever will be.




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