The Real Freedom

Search outside and it will bind you

Go within and it will find you.
Eyes are same, lens get changed
Everything appears so well arranged;
As if
I am alive, I am awake
Observing it with each intake.
Ego has gone, self has dawned
The inner joy knows no bond.
For it is free of all the chains
And dances in the blissful rain.
Tasting each drop in full slake
With no ripples in that lake.
Where the band is playing the chore
But I am standing on the shore,
Enjoying the rhythm yet not entrapped
Things that buzz are fully zapped.
For I am love, so I agree
That freedom is in spree.
Resting here with no fetters
For freedom is what that all matters.

Picture by Dawid Zawila (Unsplash)

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