Free me from this frozen prison!
Loose theses bindings layers of wool and down.
Let me feel the warmth of the Sun in place of icy winds.
Show me green leaves and let me breathe in the scent of rose.
Kindle a fire deep in my soul and set this prisoner free.
Nighty-three percent of communication us non-verbal. Out of that non-verbal percentage our hands do a lot of talking. It’s our hands and hearts that forge our reality. One of my favorite images was this touching moment between my father and my nephew. “C’mon paw paw. It’s time to play.” Was the words spoken but “I love you ” was the message.
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