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Ideas Thoughts Feelings Inhabit Space and Time They Come To Mind
Ideas, thoughts, feelings inhabit space and time, they come to mind . Baggage one carries throughout life is but an evil spirit, it kills, slowly, the soul, is the enemy that keeps one from being free, is the bondage – like Bob Marley’s chain - that is dragged across one’s subconscious memories, upon life’s experiences, weighing down one’s brain like millstones, from long ago, wrapped around the throat, forced to carry around the neck until drowned - for those not strong enough – in the waters of living. These pieces of a past – be it yesterday, today, tomorrow or from yesteryear – drive down the spirit, the soul of women, of men into the depths of an abyss, a hell, and into the rivers of a life best left in the gloomy darkness of the past from whence they came, after being brought to life, into the light, into sight, to be touched, to be acknowledged and understood, to release the heart from being wood. They, these shadowy pieces, should be given wing, set free after having spoken their piece, letting the heart sing of their passing, as they pass into the darkness, into the either, from whence they creped, like a snake, so that neither the experiencer nor experienced need handle that baggage, - live out their troubled lives in a cage, full of rage - nor carry that baggage, but once, to some waiting train or given wings, leaving the shattered soul and this plane. Give that baggage a well-deserved vacation! Walk away – forever – never again set foot in that station! B. J. “A ” 2 May 3rd 2002
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