Morning Meds; 10 4 18
Three part harmony.
Opinion often masquerades as truth. Not everything I was taught as a youth, was true. My instructors taught me with my best interest at heart. I send them love for their concern for my spiritual welfare.
I would rather believe I am clinging than to believe I am bound.
A birds feet are designed like a clothes pin, when relaxed, they grip. The bird must make a conscious effort to release and fly.
We are not bound.
boundage presumes victimism, whereas clinging, presumes free will. We cling to old beliefs sometimes out of fear. We like a bird must choose to let go.
A locked room can be a prison or a sanctuary, it depends on our perspective. We are always able to change perspectives. We are as free as we choose to believe.