Freedom is just a
bigger prison
that you don’t know
the walls there of yet.
Freedom is a principle
that expresses your
state of mind
but does not
accurately account
for your
circumstance.
Freedom is a concept
on the rebound
from the mind grind
of the regularity of
rules implied
and order presumed.
Freedom is a notion
of a timeout
from
accountability’s mind-story
that is constantly
consciously rehearsed
on the internal back
burner.
Freedom is a
contextual riddle
you suddenly feel
you have the living
answers to.
Freedom is the
shackles off
from the desire
plane’s here to there
to everywhere.
Freedom is short
lived when exercised.
Freedom is a fabulous feeling
when first
experienced.
It is taken to heart
as waves of relief,
the grandest sense
of permission,
and for some,
initial movement towards acts of extroversion.
Freedom is a feel,
not a think.
Freedom as a think
has signatures in
triplicate,
inferences,
allusions, and demonstrations.
Maybe self-love realized is
freedom from
freedom,
a creative
self-permission that does not incur,
that rises above the surface tension
of rules and
regulations
that is the
enterprise of expanse
without the capture
of account or results.
Such is the value of
freedom
that seeks no
demonstrations,
demands no behavior,
and lives in the
moment . . .
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