The Boundless House

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    The Boundless House

    It amazes me when seek out the boundaries and limits of this house, because as I explore, there always seems to be more and more.
    It is so unlike the house I grew up in which had walls, windows, rooms and doors.
    The house I have come to live in has forests, mountains, streams and grass on the floors.
    How silly it now seems, when I remember the thought that there was no room for me.
    I don't need a room because now I am free to live in the shade of any tree.
    Apparently the limits that have been placed are those of my own making.
    I thought I had to stay in one little house in one little city, but reality has proven to be far more inclusive and boundless then I ever imagined, belonging to everyone with NO exceptions.

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    Corinna commented on The Boundless House

    01-07-2009

    Words can set you free...Fly MissJaye, Fly!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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