"freedom To Be Soul of Agape"

A free verse is a free verse in it's beginning, no matter the form of it's ending! Free only is the verse if the verse remain free. Free as in the wind blows in rustles of tree leaves. Freedom as birds glide on thermo updrafts, over slanted mountain peaks. Free as whispers of voices or so it seems, in the freedom of wind through tender young branches of Pine needle fingers. Say as one pleases in one's freedom of speech, in the words of freedom’s verse as new consciousnesses awake. Freedom loves freedom, freedom belongs to freedom, freedom has it’s source to freely give. Life is as free as free verse disperse. O Cosmic breath, expel your consciousness, I await, I listen, I anticipate. In the freedom of cosmic consciousness, I begin, I proceed, my beginning is my end, my end is my beginning. All, as I dwell inside the freedom of now. Life’s freedom lives in the now, like a free verse, it needs no plot. Freedom to be for sake of being, in finding joy in being, whatever the form. My joy is thus fulfilled in being uniquely self. Matters not the form, it only purpose is for experiencing the freedom of being uniquely free! Come! Soar, with me, in the spirit of the eagle's glide upon freedom love's source, of a free verse disperse.