Borders

The real borders exist in the mind,
and have no form in the material
world, but are more powerful, than
any fence or wall or gate might be,

for they enclose our thoughts, our
beliefs, our attitudes and often, our
feelings, in ways which prevent the
truth of connection; in ways which

hold us in place, defined, if not
imprisoned behind the edifice of
fear, which made boundaries so
necessary, in the first place, and

which, is always, through distant
night, and hovering day, working
artfully, to replace the mortar, make
stronger the defences, reinforce the

walls, which hold us in and others
out, those boundaries of heart and
mind, of soul and psyche; those
borders we have so carefully built,

where trailing leaves, seeking roots,
perfumed blossoms, call always
from the other side, just out of our
reach, and beyond limited vision.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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