A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

No Strings

I am a golden vessel
A temple within which Love resides
Complete
Whole

Strings attached to soul
Pull me this way and that
Jerk me away from living loved
Distract from sharing love

Obligations
Expectations
External forces
Given power by fear

Expectations and obligations
Not met
Formula not followed
Shame projected

I smile at you
and cut your strings.
You are now mine.

I live from eternity within me
I walk the path given me
I abide in the center
Listening always

Living to love
Loving to live

No strings for me

No strings.

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About The Author

Jeromy Johnson
I live in Folsom, CA, with my wife, Jennifer, and three kids. I am surrounded by and cared for deeply by some great friends. Their love for me is truly a moonlit reflection of Papa's love, and for that, I am deeply blessed and grateful.

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