Freedom
Freedom


In this world...
I am caged and shackled to an “I”.
It is “I” who is learning
“I” who is doing
“I” who is moving
“I” who is thinking
I desire and I crave for “Freedom”
The more I fight
The tighter the shackles get.
One day, I ceased to fight.....
“I” ceased to exist.
Then flowered.....
An experience devoid of existence.
A consciousness, with no identity...
An action, without belonging...
At that moment I was free...
I was free of being “I”
I was in eternal Freedom.