Freedom

When the mind wanders free like a dove, In the eternal sunshine of morn; When your spirit hearkens to the songs of your heart, And dances like a bairn; When your soul is free from the fears of your sin, And your mind is empty of unfinished chores; When you can sing without judging your voice, And you see the world without scrutinising it; When all accolades are but toys on your rack, All the races, but mere exercise; When you play like a boy with nothing held back, And leap like a frog into the clear blue skies; When your soul lets go of the handcuffs of pleasure, When you act from the heart before you get time to measure; When boundaries vanish into slick air, And you rise beyond all carnal affair– That is the time you are truly free, From this world of grief and glee. You may be bound with ropes of coir, You might be tied by rusted chains; But you are allowed to make yourself free, From all this earthliness, from within.

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