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Letting go.

Posted to Utterances




is such relief. And, it can
bring you the freedom you
forgot you had.
Life is not a prison cell.
We can free ourselves from
the bounds of the chair,
or the cell, or the windows.
Sometime soon I will be tilling
my little piece of the God Earth.
My soul will let go then.
I will be free.
Spring! Life! The Earth!
Ain't nothin' better than tillin'
the soil
and tippin' Old Style Light.



Letting go.

Posted to Utterances




is such relief. And, it can
bring you the freedom you
forgot you had.
Life is not a prison cell.
We can free ourselves from
the bounds of the chair,
or the cell, or the windows.
Sometime soon I will be tilling
my little piece of the God Earth.
My soul will let go then.
I will be free.
Spring! Life! The Earth!
Ain't nothin' better than tillin'
the soil
and tippin' Old Style Light.