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[aid] => mick
[title] => Present
[time] => 2013-10-08 05:51:51
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[bodytext] => Chains of mental repression
Drag me back
To the voices of yesterday
Where whispers are no longer feathers but Stones to be added to my
Shoulders,in the shape of burden and furrows to be added to my brow.
Anxiety tills the land of the future as I’m trying to plough in lines of
Perfection, filling each category of life with preconceived ideas of
Happiness, and all the while I have not stopped to smell the scent of a
Winston Churchill Rose, nor listened to life’s breath as it sways through
Years of history, nor felt the sun bathe me in a radiance of being, nor opened
My eyes to my exact location,
The here and now.
Freedom in my next minute.
Awareness in my next footstep.
Aliveness in my next breath, have I forgotten my own breath?
Shadows of the past dissolve as I close my eyes to the future and hold my thoughts
To the present, for it's not the world that dictates me but in which tense I chose
To remain.
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