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!

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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