15 Minutes

This is 15 minutes.
Fifteen minutes is a long time when it comes to breathing or heart pounding. When we struggle with either, 15 minutes can seem like and eternity. But with words on a blank page, now that is decidedly different. The blank page represents opportunity, and oppression all at the same time.
Now on to oppression.

There was once a very oppressive place. It was situated between Stress and Anger streets. Its only positive attribute was that every so often, some one would come along and because of the frivolous nature of Oppression; that overtly exaggerated expression of childish power mongering coupled with aggressive pouting, that some light hearted soul would find it quite difficult not to laugh. Now, if you laugh at Oppression or Stress or Anger for that matter, your libel to get socked right in the nostrils. But if your strong or beautiful, have gentle eyes, a pretty smile or are sincere, you could simply be ignored. Being ignored is not so horrible. As a matter of fact, being ignored is something that occurs to the best of us every second.
We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses. When was the last time that you said, ’Hello’ or ‘Whatcha doin?’..,to any of them or all collectively? How do you know that you wouldn’t get an answer???? What do you think ‘They’ do all day? Are they of one mind, or is each on a mission to collect data, watching us as we get stressed or angry or oppressed or oppress or laugh. Maybe they are constantly swinging the rope of peaceful satisfaction. Theirs is a train of good and pure thoughts. Maybe they cheer us on; maybe they are loud but are drowned out by our stress, oppression or anger.
How can we better hear that which is perfect and ready to serve all around us? Laugh. Laugh. Laugh… and listen. Don’t worry if you forget to, they’ll still be here…