Do you let yourself be touched by life? Be moved?
Moved to tears?
Moved to rage?
Moved to exhilaration?

Or do you peek through the slits in your barricade, 
safe inside your heavy stone walls 
and your wide moat?

Impenetrable to the touchings of life

The realness

The Immediacy

She pulls on your heart-strings
if you’ll let her

A maestro playing a symphony that is felt instead of heard

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