feel as freedom

 

as emotions, 

I always feel captured,

like an octopus in a display tank,

a bird of long-flight in an aviary,

a domestic house-pet in a pound,

a farm animal in a corral, 

a creature bent on extinction,

inhabiting a zoo.

life has the feelings 

of these impositionals, everywhere.

yet my feelings yearn for free-spirited,

not the confines of containment, 

not for the measures portrayed in species,

not for the apparel of language addressing,

but for my emotions, 

without language as disclosure,

without identity 

or even a sense of objectified.

emotions, free and clear 

of any witness status,

not even emotion 

in the status of self-identified.

just feel, beyond embrace as realized,

within the immersive.

just feel, in its natural state,

before it became labeled, domesticated

and leveraged, 

as if languaged and motive-driven.

feel, as if vastness,

where recognition is but a sunrise.

feel, as before the birth of molecular,

as a sense of essence, 

given unto mass.

feel, that can sense 

to be a part of being,

at the isness end of the spectrum.

feel, that humbles itself, 

to be in the expression of time.

feel, that knows all of diversity, 

as a presence of oneness.

feel, that we, as humans,

would what to call,

the ultimate freedom . . .