So
you say you want to be free?
Somehow
this reads as a line out of a song
Sung
out of boredom, another Dom,
A
few notes from a famous song
A
smirk as you drive by a marketing slogan
On
a horrifically yellow billboardA
raise of an eyebrow, spitting sideways, under your breath
“Only
if”.
If
I were a Zen master I’d ask you
Do
you know what free-dom is?
What
it truly contains, how it exists, within you, us all?
Your
rushed response would send me into perpetual silence.
Staring
into the mountains wishing I never asked.
I
am not a teacher or a guide; I am no one
But
I know Freedom, always innately, and very intimately.
So
instead I’ll put on a face you recognize
Beekeeper
mask, hands dripping with honey
Licking
my fingertips in joy, I say
Freedom
is the ultimate flight
To
freely roam the earth and collect sweet flower juice
That
will constitute a honeycomb sooner or later.
You
nod in agreement as you too,
Think
freedom is about an unstoppable force
Choice
of movement, and action even
I
should finish this batch, I utter and
Walk
away in my camouflage.
For
a few minutes and through the buzz of the nest below
My
hands, I recognize
My
flaw, my inability to reach,
To
patiently, share, perhaps show or guide
To
shove aside the mist of your mind
I
don’t note the silence around, as there isn’t any
I
am no longer free of thought; I am deep in my aura.
They
name towns and streets in the name of the free
But
do you want to reside in Freedom town
Or
do you want to be free?
What
is free, and dom?
Kingdom,
Stardom,
Mandela was ever free yet he couldn’t
leave a room for a decade
To be free is to be not only free of
attachment, attention, and habit
And of the Self and away from the Monkey
mind.
Walk
this land heart and head, aligned
For
there is no bigger feat for a man, when these two are at odds.
Freedom
lurks on every corner, in every town, on every island
You
bring it with you, wherever you are.
8.13.13
