RunningSon: (¯`• On Dʌms •´¯)


July 11 by The Running Son


 (¯`• On Dʌms •´¯)

When blocks have been let down, waters equalize by natural laws, and timing. Emotions stored up flood into senses, and thought regions, and bring with them debris of every kind and deposit them where, over seasons and years, they grow into our heart spaces, and lay where veins must remain open, and flow.

Damned pain changes landscapes, and may cause whole personalities to be re-zoned, and the original river lost. The cost is not known. Damaged lives have no financial status system for grading such things. “The poor will always be among you”, is what is happening, when souls begin to dim.

Pain passes by: the law of the river. We are once baptized only, and then the flow must take our pain, and make space for new experience.

Emotions have a measure, and a common span. Open un-dammed hearts facing the every-day flow of emotion will feel a wash—4, 5, 6 seconds, perhaps 8 when full. Or, seconds to seasons or life-spans when we hold, and enclose, causing the damming that feeds the slow extinguishing of the damned.

Face the flow, face each object and obstruction wholly. Push through as we do throughout all areas of life, and a great un-damming will follow; and emotions, pure, and perfectly right, with a movement and timing all their own, will flow through you. And the you, in the dim of many years of darkness, will see true light.

Jim Aldrich

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.


7 thoughts on “RunningSon: (¯`• On Dʌms •´¯)

  1. WilderSoul says:

    Thoughtful writing – a change from the poetry, and yet poetic still. I like it.

  2. I’ve never thought about emotional dams before, Jim. Great post.

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