Freedom by Amithabha

Freedom is growing,
Freedom is flowing,
Freedom is smiling,
Freedom is crying,
Freedom is Sad,
Freedom is Good,
Freedom is Bad,
Freedom is Mad.
Freedom is True
Freedom is Me,
Freedom is You.

 
I AM THAT I AM IS HERE
HERE IS NOW
AND NOW IS HERE.
THERE? Was never true at all!
THEN? Had left for other shores!
And “WHY” with “WHO” choked on their apple cores!
 I am Reality Itself
And I am Reality Its Self

Actors standing empty on the stage,
I am the crowned king,
I am the foolish sage,
I am the thunder of clapping,
I am the bite of teeth tapping
I am the cracking of skulls and bones
To the song ever changing with mystery tones,
,
Out of the aehters and nethers arising.
 
 
Freedom is flowing the shining of air,
love is now growing the crying of hair,
the noise made by silence,
Screams of pleasure and violence,
 
The cracks in the walls,
the blind man that falls,
The heart breaking open,
tearing asunder,
shocking in wonder,
 
the eyes are now seeing,
The being is being,
The life is but flowing
the single soul weaving,
A story never ever told,
all lies naked, shriveled and old
but shimmering ashes barely left aglow
quickly fading going forever cold.
 

When Death becomes valuable more so than any  gold or precious ore,
Eternal Life will be very near and swiftly and fiercely restore’d.

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