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MY FREEDOM

My freedom is not limitless,
But in a limit I
Find my independence...
Unbound and free I live, within
The limit of spirit - the soul -
Free from body, from objects, and
From the evanescence...

When I look at my freedom,
I find my home
In the light of the sun,
In the flow of water,
In the flight of wind...
I am bound by nature -
The universe, the sky, the earth,
Beyond the death and birth -
I am incomprehensibly tangible;
Un-apprehensively existent...

I am unlimited in the limit
of the macrocosm;
I am free with freedom from
an ephemeron;
And I am out of the
transcendental serfdom...

And so, I limit not within
The shell of self, of conceit, of ego...
Of wants, of wealth, of wishes...
Of caprice, of bigotry...
Of caste, of colour...
Of conflicts, of clashes...
Of flesh, of bones, of biases...

And so, I've broken free from
The bondage of spite, of angst...
Of schism, of untruth...
Of pains and sorrows
Of body and of mind...

And when I feel my freedom
in Transcendence
I feel I'm no more bound
by fashion of
Religions, rituals, dogmas,
and divisions...

My space of freedom is so vast -
the infinity,
I find my space in boundless 
divinity,
I feel ubiquitous in love for
 humanity,
And for everyone and everything
bound in it...

I'm free from weight of luxuries
I'm free from fallacies of wants
So I've escaped 'Attachment' of
body, of being self-indulgent
Into the life of Consciousness,
Conscience, and Contentment...

Thus I reside, thus I abide,
Thus I feel free, thus I wander
Happy, healthy, carefree, smiling,
loving, and mixing... And
When people envy me and wonder,
I just look away and above into
The expanse - the limitless sky
And get absorb'd in the 
Boundless soul of the Supreme !

                            --- N P Samal

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