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MY FREEDOM

                    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, and 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 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
the 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 the 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 the weight of luxuries,
I'm free from the fallacies of wants,
So I've escaped the 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...
When people envy me and wonder,
I just look away, above into
The expanse -- the limitless heavens,
And get absorb'd
In the boundless Soul of the Supreme !!

                            ©️ N P Samal

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