Walls give barrier to places, people, and cultures. It’s the Great Wall of China, in historical beauty, that also shares a history of separation, like the Berlin wall. We need to bring down our walls. Let new space enter and coalesce. Share. Walls are a sense of protection but from what?
There are walls in more places than just buildings. Walls in our hearts. Walls protecting us from hurt. What hurt? The hurt that happened to us back before we were young & innocent enough to live without the walls we erected to protect our hearts. Here’s a challenge: for one whole week, live as if there are no protective walls around your heart. Then see if you can do it for a month. See how profoundly this changes your life.
You can go through a wall anytime without being a ghost. You can be a ghost anytime, and the walls don’t mind. You can be the walls, too. You are, already, aren’t you? With pictures hanging all over your face, for pretending.
keep me constrained. I want to break out. Sometimes I think that the thought of constraints keeps me constrained. As if society tells us that we’re being constrained, that things are holding us back, and so we believe it. Maybe actual walls aren’t keeping me constrained. Maybe I don’t really want to break out of them. Maybe the walls I need to break out of are the ones that I’ve told myself I’m in.
The walls are closing in. So the saying goes. Right now, I can feel them. The expectationof cement, heavy and hard, pounding on my peripheral vision. The tightness of it, how it steals my breath. The space encroaching, space shrinking. An ultimatum of epic proportions.
white walls, black walls, u see them in classrooms, office and homes. Cant live without them. Give u privacy, let you feel secure or trapped. And ice cream.
i like to sit at the edge of walls. white walls are calming as i have them here. wish i had blue or green walls in my room but my room is flexible, take up many rooms in this home if i could. if there wasn’t walls, i don’t know where I’d find peace, boundaries, and serenity. i like you being there and i hope you never fall down on me. never. even if die. Anyways i think that is all i have to say about walls.
There’s a way that your not meant for this, love–this catastrophic hole, this perpetually closed closet door, with you on the inside, and a globe of possibility and delight just beyond the walls.
Walls are the containers of something made by Life Force. It’s a way of ensuring that things are stored, kept and boundaries are in place to secure contents. The walls of my heart are open. Wallpaper is pretty.
I took down a wall this year. In more ways than one. One wall was the wall that separated our family room from our living room. It opened up our house way more than I’d imagined, which was a lot! The construction also coincided with my tearing down walls spiritually. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
The walls are closing in around me. I’ve been in this room for hours, moping, sighing, generally being a depressing putz. That’s why I haven’t left yet. I’m afraid my depression will infect all the happy people. They say misery loves company.
Surround us. Keeping somthing in. Keeping other out. Keep us safe. Protect us. Walls are there. All around. Some we build. Others are built for us. Walls
Walls are things that keep me from seeing over them- on the other hand they can protect me from the elements. Pink Floyd wrote songs about them. They are irresistible to graffiti artists.
The walls in this house do not yet hold memories I love. They are blank and empty. They are quiet and full of isolation. They feel gray. I hope one day that they will feel like home but that is not today.
Walls are clean and square and they just go on and on. Sometimes they are filled with pictures and notices and things and sometimes they are blank. They can hold us in or we can smash through them and be free.
I stare at the four walls that I feel close me in daily. I get sad because I feel like I built these four walls around me. The walls in my mind the walls around my heart. I built these walls and I’m wondering how to tear them down. To love, to live to grow. The walls don’t seem to be closing in around me as they have in the past just standing there taunting me if you will. Im not sure how or why they ever got built in the first place ut my sole goal right now is to tear them down but how? Where do
Would these walls be pure white so that every vision I had was uncluttered with background, so every thought I have was uninterrupted by distractions. Would the walls not bring barriers but freedom to express, and experience knowing I am always welcome to be fully myself. The walls do not judge. The walls are my canvas.
“There were, of course, conflicting stories as to what really did occur on that day, sure”, the Ninja replied. “But that’s all they are, just stories.”
Jensen looked up at the bare plank walls and thought to himself, “This is some story in itself. If you believe this, you’ll believe anything….and I’m right at the front of the line.”
walls contain things and people. people live within wall. visible and invisible. It is the invisible walls which keep up in the most.
I have them
I tear them down
they grow back sometimes
but……
its like a garden
ya know
Walls in my heart, walls in my garden. Keeps it safe and neat. I like to feel protected. What I need is support, not containment. But they don’t see it that way. It’s too late for that now.
I feel confined by the walls around me. They’re stifling and keeping me from the outside world. I can’t wait until the day I can stretch out and work anywhere-not trapped behind 4 walls. no matter how much I decorate the ones around me it still doesn’t help matters.
Walls, are in front of you, until they are behind you. Never be stopped by the walls of your beliefs. Allow your imagination to transform them into open doorways.
I have built walls around my heart. People notice them and I pretend they don’t exist but they are there and they interfere with everything. I once had a man ask me why I was so afraid to feel and I answered I am not afraid to feel but now…looking back. he was right. His question was on the nose. I am afraid.
I wish there weren’t so many of them in my life. I think I search for open space, simplicity, and clarity in my physical world so that there won’t be so many… but maybe they’re not in my physical world. Maybe it’s the emotional and spiritual ones that are more troublesome in reality. Knock em down!
We have them. We put them up. We take them down. We can go through life surrounded by them. They serve no purpose, except to protect us from something that will ultimately be something we want. Usually love. We put the walls up based on what happened in the past, and then we keep them up based on what we think is happening in the present. It’s amazing how the walls can support us and make us sad all at once. Walls have their place…and I vote for taking them down.
white. but I can color. I am in charge. I can paint, wallpaper, draw write on these walls. Me. I can surround myself with beauty and creativity. I am the one who can get out of my own way. They don’t have to stay white. I bring the color. The color to my world.
Sometimes I build walls around my heart, I did this with someone very special and I actually told him about it. And he understood and he was patient and he didn’t give up and now we are getting married. I know I still have walls around me, I just need to let them soften and just so I am aware of that…
Tear them down and embrace ourselves.
Walls divide us. They put us in different sections. We can overcome the walls. We can break down the barriers. We can live as one.
Walls are the blessed division between perception and reality; between yours and mine; between a yes and a no.
Walls give barrier to places, people, and cultures. It’s the Great Wall of China, in historical beauty, that also shares a history of separation, like the Berlin wall. We need to bring down our walls. Let new space enter and coalesce. Share. Walls are a sense of protection but from what?
There are walls in more places than just buildings. Walls in our hearts. Walls protecting us from hurt. What hurt? The hurt that happened to us back before we were young & innocent enough to live without the walls we erected to protect our hearts. Here’s a challenge: for one whole week, live as if there are no protective walls around your heart. Then see if you can do it for a month. See how profoundly this changes your life.
You can go through a wall anytime without being a ghost. You can be a ghost anytime, and the walls don’t mind. You can be the walls, too. You are, already, aren’t you? With pictures hanging all over your face, for pretending.
keep me constrained. I want to break out. Sometimes I think that the thought of constraints keeps me constrained. As if society tells us that we’re being constrained, that things are holding us back, and so we believe it. Maybe actual walls aren’t keeping me constrained. Maybe I don’t really want to break out of them. Maybe the walls I need to break out of are the ones that I’ve told myself I’m in.
The walls are closing in. So the saying goes. Right now, I can feel them. The expectationof cement, heavy and hard, pounding on my peripheral vision. The tightness of it, how it steals my breath. The space encroaching, space shrinking. An ultimatum of epic proportions.
white walls, black walls, u see them in classrooms, office and homes. Cant live without them. Give u privacy, let you feel secure or trapped. And ice cream.
Consuming. Constricting. They hold you up when you want to fall down, yet they also keep you contained. Unable to escape and spread your wings.
White walls, trapping me in. Driving me insane. They’re all I see. All I have ever seen. Erasing everything.
Denial admits humanity,
but, one reduced to
helpless infancy
behind the nursery walls of
comforting delusion,
in the hospital
of dispair.
Barriers to things. Go high, go low, go around, burrow under, break through! No more walls.
that surround me keep the contents of my life in place – a construct of ownership and domesticity and comfort, a nest.
sometimes I climb them.
i like to sit at the edge of walls. white walls are calming as i have them here. wish i had blue or green walls in my room but my room is flexible, take up many rooms in this home if i could. if there wasn’t walls, i don’t know where I’d find peace, boundaries, and serenity. i like you being there and i hope you never fall down on me. never. even if die. Anyways i think that is all i have to say about walls.
There’s a way that your not meant for this, love–this catastrophic hole, this perpetually closed closet door, with you on the inside, and a globe of possibility and delight just beyond the walls.
walls
Walls are the containers of something made by Life Force. It’s a way of ensuring that things are stored, kept and boundaries are in place to secure contents. The walls of my heart are open. Wallpaper is pretty.
I took down a wall this year. In more ways than one. One wall was the wall that separated our family room from our living room. It opened up our house way more than I’d imagined, which was a lot! The construction also coincided with my tearing down walls spiritually. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
The walls are closing in around me. I’ve been in this room for hours, moping, sighing, generally being a depressing putz. That’s why I haven’t left yet. I’m afraid my depression will infect all the happy people. They say misery loves company.
Surround us. Keeping somthing in. Keeping other out. Keep us safe. Protect us. Walls are there. All around. Some we build. Others are built for us. Walls
Walls are things that keep me from seeing over them- on the other hand they can protect me from the elements. Pink Floyd wrote songs about them. They are irresistible to graffiti artists.
The walls in this house do not yet hold memories I love. They are blank and empty. They are quiet and full of isolation. They feel gray. I hope one day that they will feel like home but that is not today.
Walls are clean and square and they just go on and on. Sometimes they are filled with pictures and notices and things and sometimes they are blank. They can hold us in or we can smash through them and be free.
I stare at the four walls that I feel close me in daily. I get sad because I feel like I built these four walls around me. The walls in my mind the walls around my heart. I built these walls and I’m wondering how to tear them down. To love, to live to grow. The walls don’t seem to be closing in around me as they have in the past just standing there taunting me if you will. Im not sure how or why they ever got built in the first place ut my sole goal right now is to tear them down but how? Where do
Would these walls be pure white so that every vision I had was uncluttered with background, so every thought I have was uninterrupted by distractions. Would the walls not bring barriers but freedom to express, and experience knowing I am always welcome to be fully myself. The walls do not judge. The walls are my canvas.
“There were, of course, conflicting stories as to what really did occur on that day, sure”, the Ninja replied. “But that’s all they are, just stories.”
Jensen looked up at the bare plank walls and thought to himself, “This is some story in itself. If you believe this, you’ll believe anything….and I’m right at the front of the line.”
walls contain things and people. people live within wall. visible and invisible. It is the invisible walls which keep up in the most.
I have them
I tear them down
they grow back sometimes
but……
its like a garden
ya know
Walls in my heart, walls in my garden. Keeps it safe and neat. I like to feel protected. What I need is support, not containment. But they don’t see it that way. It’s too late for that now.
freedom
prison
house
music
pink floyd
berlin
cold war
paint
graffiti
china
I feel confined by the walls around me. They’re stifling and keeping me from the outside world. I can’t wait until the day I can stretch out and work anywhere-not trapped behind 4 walls. no matter how much I decorate the ones around me it still doesn’t help matters.
Walls, are in front of you, until they are behind you. Never be stopped by the walls of your beliefs. Allow your imagination to transform them into open doorways.
I have built walls around my heart. People notice them and I pretend they don’t exist but they are there and they interfere with everything. I once had a man ask me why I was so afraid to feel and I answered I am not afraid to feel but now…looking back. he was right. His question was on the nose. I am afraid.
I wish there weren’t so many of them in my life. I think I search for open space, simplicity, and clarity in my physical world so that there won’t be so many… but maybe they’re not in my physical world. Maybe it’s the emotional and spiritual ones that are more troublesome in reality. Knock em down!
We have them. We put them up. We take them down. We can go through life surrounded by them. They serve no purpose, except to protect us from something that will ultimately be something we want. Usually love. We put the walls up based on what happened in the past, and then we keep them up based on what we think is happening in the present. It’s amazing how the walls can support us and make us sad all at once. Walls have their place…and I vote for taking them down.
barriers to what you want. heights to climb. boundaries to protect.
these walls are too bare. i extend myself within these wall. fill up the walls with beauty and i will fill up myself. walls hold me in too much.
The place I go, inside, is a walled garden. It is a garden that I love. But I can’t get out. Not through the pool. Not through the doorways.
white. but I can color. I am in charge. I can paint, wallpaper, draw write on these walls. Me. I can surround myself with beauty and creativity. I am the one who can get out of my own way. They don’t have to stay white. I bring the color. The color to my world.
Sometimes I build walls around my heart, I did this with someone very special and I actually told him about it. And he understood and he was patient and he didn’t give up and now we are getting married. I know I still have walls around me, I just need to let them soften and just so I am aware of that…