Life leads us on with thoughts
and dreams abundant,
Then drags us back to what
this world would be,
Confined in the material and all
we know as physical;
So do we strive for that
which sets us free.
But freedom is yet also
an illusion, a fantasy of something
we perceive, yet all the time it hovers,
as a future, when Now is all that
we can ever be.
Freedom is my cat..
ReplyDeletehe knows no different..
Freedom is me as cat..
losing thoughts and
being free
like
CAT
moving..
feeling..
sensing..
loving
life
always now...
And tRuly..
it is..
as
sim
ple
as
THAT..:)
You made me laugh. Lovely.
Deletetrue... makes sense when you think about it. Freedom does often seem like an illusion, always in the future... Not being in the now is a prison within itself really...
ReplyDeleteFreedom is such a difficult word.. and just maybe it has to be in the future...
ReplyDeleteIn my opinion, we have to give things up for freedom....societal norms, obligations, expectations..we have to "live" outside of the box instead of just thinking outside of it.
ReplyDeleteOh! Lovely and true! How hope and freedom are connected and ultimately lie (in both senses) in our hearts!
ReplyDelete"Now is all that we can ever be"---poignant reminder!
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ReplyDeletethis is so true! for me, I find that bit of freedom in poetry--in thinking that way
ReplyDeletethis is so true! for me, I find that bit of freedom in poetry--in thinking that way
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