babe in buggy, piled over
I have long had this notion that the essential part of me is piled over: I have a deep desire to let myself out. I cry out with but muffled voice. I have thought, but not much consciously, that someone else did this to me. Remember the story of the house fire and the babe in the buggy, piled over with bed clothes? Yet now I am beginning to see also I am doing this to myself: putting on masks to earn a living, to fit in with people at church and workplaces, at school, in law. Some people are giving me inklings they feel the same. The way out from under? To pay attention to the muffled voice; to throw off the foreign stuff. To recognize we all have mufflers. We all contribute to the piles on each other. We can help our original voices be heard.
:- Doug.
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