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Another little diddy from my high school senior days, an insight to how I used to think, and perhaps on occasion still do. How many of you share the same thoughts and feelings, I wonder…..

My Soul is free!

My soul is free inside a wondrous machine.
It can go anywhere my mind wills it to.
It can soar in the sky like a bird in the air.
It can drift away like a wispy white cloud.
It can shine like the sun, in a storm or at night.
It can disappear into nothing, and yet I know that it’s there.
For my soul is my own, and it can go anywhere.

~Loly Mireles- ‘77

[Photograph is by Beto Frota on Flicker]