December 13, 2005

• Semi-random free-association in relation to this post by THYRIO...

  The landscape of the heart is like the English countryside, a rolling beautiful verdant velvet emerald. Subdivided, chopped, and claimed by jealous guardians who erect those waist-high stone walls to guard their little piece. It's a patchwork of property claims, both in the larger, social scope, as well as in the personal. Over time, we lay claim to our bit of the love-pattern of our community, or elements of ourselves lay claim to our own emotional states, and before we know it, we're locked into those patterns.

  The heart wants to love. The heart is walking across that landscape, and it only wants to cross, it doesn't want to dally or steal. It just wants to move with ease. Only there are all these little walls everywhere. So why try? Why risk the farmer's shotgun?

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