The chirping is enough. The buds on the trees ever elongate in front of me. I am free to see this reality outside my window. Concentration on freedom, not restriction, is what I am working with. Boxes may vary, but even the Earth can seem like a box to some. I look for the vastness within and find ideas that can just be the birth of making some healthy soup or something with beans I have never seen. Creating is the bliss of that vastness and in this quiet box I retrieve a piece of my soul I may have lost along the way. Maybe I did that even more today. A song in the air and a song in my heart makes God more immortal and beside me in a hand and hand way. Signed, The Idea of Me
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