A voice cross distance chastising gently–
A sweet voice teasing sinews of thought,
Thought knotted, gnarled, in mind–
Mine tied to those present, teachings past,
Long does doctrine in doctrine last.
"Tether not to ancients, what others think.
Knots unfurl, can be severed," Reason winked.
Could that it be so, my champion–
These ties link my heart to their souls.
Chained feet must tread where they are told.
But mine ear listens might well I blunder
And trample sweet Reason asunder.
Sing sweet Reason. Sing!
~~~~ Augustus / Folsom, LA / March 10, 2009. ~~~~~
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometime we do things over and over because of the ways we have been indoctrinated, and to honor our parents, mentors and teachers. The mind struggles to make the necessary changes.
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Dare to be different. Nice job.
I'm so different I'm weird. A nice weird i think. Thanks
THANKS "A" Tradition is good but we must bring our own personality and experience to bear in any situation. Thanks for caring # BRIAN
Reminds me of fiddler on the roof: Tradition! Thanks.
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