Heavenletters

Beloveds, your thoughts have passed their prime, if, indeed, they ever had a prime. Your thoughts have been like winter coats in summer. They have not been of use to you. Thoughts have mulled around, vague, uncertain as to their role. You have been unwilling to send them away. Perhaps you have wanted to keep them for next winter. You have been possessive of your thoughts, as though they were special and no one else had ever thought of them before.
 
But your thoughts have been a dime a dozen. Your thoughts have been canned. You picked up the thoughts of those around you and thought they were yours.
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Thoughts get worn out and are not worth keeping. They are like clothes that no longer fit. Have you noticed this? And have you given your thoughts notice that you are evicting them in favor of more original ones? No longer will you read from a script. You will read from blank paper. You will stare yourself in the face and begin anew. You will be spontaneous. You will think a thought you never thought before, never heard before. You will become your thought.