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.