How much does it take to be shaken out of silence once bullied into it? How much does it take to get feet back on ground once swayed by the call of intoxicating sycophancy? How much does it take to speak out and stand for oneself once discarded and dispensed with unceremoniously? How much does it take to find oneself in power, freedom and self-expression once strapped shut in a beautiful box filled with poison ivy? How much does it take to experience joy and create space for love in one's heart? How much does it take to let go of love even while not giving up on it? How much does it take to be present to the call of life once bound tight in cruel straps, lovely yet disempowering? How much does it take to be unreasonable once drowned in a sea of reasons? How much does it take to choose life over love? How much does it take to give up attachment and embrace commitment?
Just this one painting of words? Thank Him for small mercies. I am game. :)
The game begins. Again. Amen to that.
Just this one painting of words? Thank Him for small mercies. I am game. :)
The game begins. Again. Amen to that.
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What happened?
Was shaken out of my lovely yet self destructuve slumber, to write again.
(Welcome me!)
Well I am not fully familiar with the context in most cases but I would quote a respectable beverage ;)
'Life is calling, Where are you?'
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