This Song of Freedom

Freedom is sharp

The curved blade that cuts

Head off my neck

And lets more heart blood spout

In the manner of a fountain

Freedom is tender

            With my arms around you

As if they were feathers

            For the love of the world

I cannot see a separate thing

Freedom is boring

            Going to the toilet

To shit and piss

            Every morning looking in the mirror

Searching for pimples on the nose

Freedom is fire

            I hammer the blazing steel of the thoughts

That shackle me, mine and everything

            Only to have the acid of fear corrode

All that I ever grabbed and held

           

Freedom is delicate

The dewdrop that falls
From the leaf above

            Makes the web tremble

And the spider rope down to the next

             

Freedom is despair

            No food before us

With all the good people in chains

            While our leaders spit roast our hearts

At their tables of plenty

Freedom is desire

Never getting

Enough of it

When everything

Is always there

Freedom is sentimental

            These tears stain your pillow with

My being so very special

            As my is head remains stuck in the mud

I cannot walk through walls into cloud land as I would

Freedom is straight and narrow

            Deadlines 

Timelines

Fault lines –

            To bring about many a cleansing disaster

Freedom is simply free

            No quality but its own

And there is stillness,

            Leaves unfolding in spring

Tumble to rot in November

Essentially

Even stupor is freedom

So is clinging and so is hate
Unbeknownst to them

Knowing thus definitely freedom is

Naturally self-affirming

Projecting more gossamer

Subtly trembling luminous truths

I can drink my tea

I can sip my wine

Every once in a while

I can look up in the sky

The thought doesn’t even arise

That anyone will ever not partake

In this heart of freedom

Forever beating

The only question is:

Does appreciation

Require a separate 'ONE' to be there

To appreciate

Thanking Tarthang Tulku

For conveying the freedom given together with Time Space and Knowledge

copyright  Choyin Dorje 2014