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Free to dream

March 4th, 2012 • Related • Filed Under

By Tina Muller

The path to my happiness is blocked,
imprisoned by my own indolence and ignorance
and closely guarded by imposed boundaries and rules and regulations.

I need to get out from underneath this pile of corpses!
They are but functioning bodies with dead spirits.
Trying to fight my way towards the light.
I need to escape the stench of rotting flesh
instead, want to take a deep breath of fresh air and
let the scent of insight and wisdom penetrate me.

I need to get rid of those blinkers that were forced upon me
and see a million things at once.

I let my hair down and get rid of those stinking cloths.
A light drizzle of rain washes the dirt off me,
the wind dries me and the sun caresses me gently.
Not looking back but ahead,
I’m just standing there,
see, smell, taste, hear, feel and
understand,
that i can do anything I want.

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  1. Comment by Daniel Craig Roche on 23 April 2012:

    I hate to post what I think the poem means because I am more often than not wrong. My interpretation of it resonates. It stays with me and I don’t want to know the truth in the very likely case that I am wrong, but I love it none-the-less, and sometimes truth can kill the bliss brought on by ignorance.

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