The Wall around the Heart runs high and wide. Sometimes we poke little holes in the brick or the mortar to let some light into a dark place of the Heart.

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When the wall to my Heart could be built no higher, and I began to chip away at my bricks, and let in the light of love from others.
When I felt blinded by this light, I made a wonderful trap door, where I could escape even further into myself.
This was not what I wanted, I was on my way to Healing, but not able to find my purpose, or really break down the wall to my Heart.
I met with Trip one day, and was expressing my sadness to Her about not being able to break down the wall. She simply said why? Why break down the wall when you can build a ladder and go over the pain? I asked how, how do I build this ladder? She said the first rung is free, I give it to you, the others you must pay for, and the cost is higher with each rung, but the freedom is there for you on the other side. The Last Rung, the one that takes you over your wall, is the one you pass on to another.

Dedicated to TRIP

The person that gave me the first rung of my ladder, which I pass on to you.

 

The ladder is built of love and memories. Climbing it takes support of friends.
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