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The Unbound Soul
Contributed by
invierno
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Monday, 18th September 2017 @ 09:37:59 PM in AEST
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Oh brightest dawn beyond our cranial gate,
enchained are we from birth to this moment late.
Lightest light, enshrouded, blurred in symbols past,
to cloud our mind to not discern the truth, at last.
Oh! what pains we embark to shovel under,
so that man see not the light, be not thunder.
What chains we wear, of air and words,
and so lay claim to deeds we thus partake,
war! oh war, this thing we are among, a fake,
thus men know not glory as it should be sung,
that life, life!, is the song, it ever is!,
that vibrato cliff of joy over which true souls have flung.
What wings so vast and strong
could lift to cliff that lover, minstrel, with heart of song;
Weightless, larger, as the sky, a soul in flight,
with kiss of life for sun or lunar night,
of love of night, unbound,
the soul lets, as a dream, the dark slide by;
views the ooze the many choose abide.
We be of earth, of clay; feet in dirt, burrs in hair,
the unbound soul can fly anywhere.
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invierno
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Re: The Unbound Soul
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 20th September 2017 @ 10:12:09 AM AEST
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Great poem and word choices.
Sometimes it flew over my head but that is not unusual for me :) |
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Re: The Unbound Soul
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by softerware on
Sunday, 24th September 2017 @ 07:40:31 PM AEST
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I was captured by this line: THAT VIBRATO CLIFF OF JOY OVER WHICH TRUE SOULS HAVE FLUNG.
A tribute, a song, a dedication to freedom of spirit.
We are saddled with promises, expectations, and our own agendas....How utterly sublime to remember that we are capable of complete freedom and abandon..as children.
For ever so brief a moment you have taken us aside to remind us of our true greatness....and it is not wealth, recognition, or achievement. It is the ability to be imagine.
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