It is funny what a lock can do, it can lock us in - or out. A lock can keep us from impeding danger. It can keep us from heading out into the world, a crutch. There are many types of locks - emotional locks are the walls we put up. We tend to these walls - these locks - we keep putting up our walls. We build our walls, tuck-pointing and adding bricks where they need to be. It stinks within these walls, the air is stagnant, there is no dignity in hiding. A lock in its metallic sturdy state, in its walled and emotional state - can be broken. It can be left unlocked too. The wall can be knocked down. We have to decide. We have to choose. Living in a moment is possible. It can be a trip to the moon. It can be joy. It can be cataclysmic. Living without locks is possible. We have to decide for ourselves. Let the light in and breath.
These are thoughts about how we lock ourselves - and others - away. I want to live by my own words but as it is right now, I am locked.