Freedom
We exult in the thought of freedom,
Though knowing not what it is,
More is known about freedom
as idea
Than its experience.
To be free is not to live as
we wish,
Think as we like,
But to live with ourselves without
rancor
And with the universe in resonant
harmony.
Freedom does not come only from
the outside,
Without the inner freedom there
is no freedom.
Life is an inner music trying
to find resonance outside,
Freedom is the realization of
life's unlimited potential.
We weave ourselves into the fabric
of life so much,
Till the fabric corrodes and
imprisons our spirit,
Clouds our dreams and corrupts
our soul,
Making life a night unmitigated.
We look at the stars,
And see their eternal grandeur,
Their lonely brilliance
Pulls us free from our fetters.
Does not freedom mean
Rising above our petty selves
and mores,
Subsuming our selves in the
majesty of universe,
Living for grand ideas and not
for merely personal ends.
Freedom is not the dilution of
responsibility,
But believing in the vision
behind it,
It is not selfishness but the
selfless appreciation of everything,
Not withdrawal from the world
but the passionate involvement in it.
In freedom the spirit soars,
The universe is connected,
Life becomes an idea,
And time loses its rigidity.
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