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The Egypt of the Mind
In here it's constricted I feel enslaved It's a small place with a cruel ruthless task master --------------------------------- In here it's enclosed I feel protected It's a massive city with impenetrable walls that reach to the sky --------------------------------- In here it's my soul I feel small It's my world my assumptions my teaching my tradition and my god --------------------------------- I can't hack this and I'm having trouble breathing --------------------------------- In here it's a whisper I feel hope It's a prison a cubical a pew with the anticipation of something glorious --------------------------------- In here it's searching I feel excited It's a race with the sound of a piercing gun shot --------------------------------- In here it's exodus I feel free It's a place of rebirth renewal and faithIf you would like to continue reading more, the previous article is called McLaren's synthesis of "The Parable of the Unjust Steward", the next article is called The blessings.