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Can you know how I feel?
The fog that ties me down?
The tight knots in my head,
A lack of wanting to do things.
My mind wanders away to rest.
Huddled in grey mist,
Finding solace in thought.
Do you know what I can do?
How I can break my bonds.
Feel lightened by relief?
A choice of turning in and tuning out.
Or hold tight until life returns….
Freeing me from these thoughts.
What’s in a cage,
and what is a cage?
Are we trapped in a net,
or free?
Are we birds in cages
or enclosed by space?
How big is your cage?
Can you walk across a room?
Are their bars on your window?
Is there no way out.
No bus,
no car?
Are you stuck in your mind?
Many cages exist,
some are visible,
some are in your mind…
Stuff is in my head. Stuff that I learned at school, or from my parents and family. From books I have read, from things on the TV and radio. From things I have experienced, felt, seen, heard.
The mind is a wonderful thing if it is allowed to learn. An empty vessel waiting for millions of little facts and ideas to inhabit it. General knowledge, science, literature, music, ideas, so much! I know things I didn’t think I know. Except about pop music! That’s what I really don’t know. I don’t claim to be knowledgeable about everything and anything. But I know a bit about quite a lot. But then am I a jack of all trades and master of none. You can see my grammar is not brilliant, I can’t do complex maths or calculus, but I know they exist…
The mind should be kind, I think. To be flexible and fluid. To try and understand other peoples minds and ideas. To care about things around you.
The mind can be beautiful. You have to try and make it that way.
His mind burns
Fights, races,
Chases fears
Anxiety
Scared,
Hates to worry
But has no escape.
Life continues,
Races away.
Fear continues
Digs in.
Ties guts and nerves,
Tears confidence.
Hides ideas.
Anxiety bubbles
Like a cauldron,
Withered, cracked, split and spilt
Mind shrunken by adversity.
Let HIM be free….
We don’t see ourselves as others see us. Mother, father, sister, brother, everybody has an opinion of you, but no one can know what’s in your heart.
Imagine a world of telepathy where everyone can read your mind at will. They can see your triumphs and tragedies from your perspective. But most people’s minds probably don’t have clear concise thoughts. If their mind is anything like mine it can be full of confidence at one minute and then dispair the next. You don’t get a blueprint when you are born of how to think. We all need to cut each other a little slack sometimes.
I was sitting in the summerhouse this evening and I felt happy for the first time in ages.
Keep going
Keep doing,
Making art,
Meditating.
Seeing positives.
In our garden,
I love the light,
The green,
Refreshing,
Surrounded by life,
By inspiration,
By colour.
Art and imagination,
Release of creation
Serenity
I took these photos in a friend’s garden 6 years ago (they came up on my Facebook feed) I am a nut about colour and some of these just zing!
I think I used a little digital camera with no added features to take these. I was just amazed how the reds and oranges stood out in the green.
I wish I could time travel back to those simpler times. But time flies, tempus fugit, and before you know it you are 6 years older and perhaps not wiser!
But in the meantime I’m going to enjoy browsing through these again…
Cheers x
