Sunday morning: I would go to church but for The fact that I am afraid to go outside Sooner or later I would go to the store But for the fact of slow-motion suicide
I wonder if anyone knows what I mean Or if anyone bothers to read between These lines all perfected and polished to grace Or if one can see the skull behind this face Come clearer and nearer and dearer to me As it smiles at me and speaks of destiny?
Sunday afternoon: I think about the night I wonder if anyone knows what I mean? The meaning is found in the spaces between The places where trapped souls escape into light
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Reviews of "Transcendental Sonnet #1424: Escape into Light"
The more we can face down our demons, the less power they have over us.
The more willing we are to release our grasp of perfection, the less we live outside of our expectations, and the more we can see things as they really are. I guess you have to ask yourself, "Do I really want (or need) to change?" Sometimes that depends on what you think life's purpose is for you. Not everyone agrees that happiness is the most important thing. I'm still figuring that out.
I am always a bit afraid of being left holding the booby prize. What I have learned through observation, though, is that we all take our turn being the odd man out. And sometimes not getting the prize we think we deserve is the best prize of all.
In any case, yep, what we think about when no one is looking is usually revealing. And it seems to me that we learn more about ourselves through our accidents than our plans – or our anti-plans.
I think the weaver of dreams for the souls of the artists knows all too well where the easiest place is to trap us and capture what we hold most dear. The love within in our hearts though will always give us the power over the darkness and light our way into clarity like that proverbial beacon on the shore guides the ships to safety.
Excellant write Steve, font is a little too light though it might be intentional old eyes are hard to strain.
Felix
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2006
Yes, I think more of us feel this way than not- the first stanza actuallt made me think of my brother who has mental illness and that is his everyday life, and trying to overcome that feeling. I think most just don't admit to feeling that way, and are afraid to admit so, and then call those who do ill, when they are really the ones who are ill with the sameness of being.
Who's ripping off the Federal prison system---and how?
A funny crime caper with a diabolically clever scam--Imagine Charlie's Angels starring in 9 to 5 Meets the First Wives Club
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You've expressed it well.
The more willing we are to release our grasp of perfection, the less we live outside of our expectations, and the more we can see things as they really are. I guess you have to ask yourself, "Do I really want (or need) to change?" Sometimes that depends on what you think life's purpose is for you. Not everyone agrees that happiness is the most important thing. I'm still figuring that out.
I am always a bit afraid of being left holding the booby prize. What I have learned through observation, though, is that we all take our turn being the odd man out. And sometimes not getting the prize we think we deserve is the best prize of all.
In any case, yep, what we think about when no one is looking is usually revealing. And it seems to me that we learn more about ourselves through our accidents than our plans – or our anti-plans.
Thanks for this, Lance.
--Bill
I enjoyed the trip,
Bonnie
Excellant write Steve, font is a little too light though it might be intentional old eyes are hard to strain.
Felix