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.
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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