Freedom of Expression

Freedom of Thought

Freedom of Being

 

Wars are fought

The innocent die

Darkness grows

 

All around us

Suffering

Brutality

Violence

 

Inescapable

Or so it seems

 

Rivers flow

Endlessly

Carrying the refuge to the sea

 

Why can’t we,

Like the rivers,

Be free?

 

What holds us back?

Dries us up?

Stops our flow?

 

The dam of the illusion

It is an illusion

The sun gives us strength

Without sapping our breath

 

We erode

The blockages in our path

Melting away the terrain

That tries to hold us back

 

Our flow never ceases

We are the eternal river

Pouring ourselves into

The endless, fathomless, and ever-growing sea

 

Our Source is the Mountaintop

With caps of the purest snow

The emblem of knowledge

The crowns of our home

 

The Sun enlightens us

It shines onto our throne

And releases the hidden understanding

Encapsulated long ago

 

The snow melts

The rivers begin to form

Our kundalini rising

From the depths it is born

 

It mixes with the streams

The creeks and the brooks

To create one path

Which together we all took

 

Forever this path leads us

Onward, further, and in between

There is not one place

That by us, has not been seen

 

What, then, is stopping us?

The answer is nothing

We are the invincible flow

Our river of knowledge forever will go

 

To the sea

The sea everlasting

Of consciousness

Of Love

Ever-growing, ever-flowing

Ever filling with us

 

This is our freedom

Our escape from it all

For there is nothing to escape

When we embrace what we are

 

We are everything

And every thing is within us

There is no path to freedom

For free is what we are