The Ultimate Freedom
THE ULTIMATE FREEDOM
Walking the life up the steep hill path,
the prying eyes glued to the sparkling rocks
that conceals some pristine crystals of diamond,
I spend all my time to search, unearth and possess.
On the top of the blue hill a palace I see,
its beauty allures me with its golden shine.
The soaring wings of desire grows indomitably,
take me flying there craving to enter and occupy.
Through the enticing portals I fly inside,
the palace instantly turns into a golden cage,
and I lose the expanse of the open sky I adore,
as my freedom fades away to the mirage of nothing.
In the waterfront nearby, from behind the bars
I see raindrops on the cradle of the lotus leaves,
glistening in joy as they dance free in the breeze,
unattached to the embrace of the beguiling green.
As I take an introspective flight deep within me
the bird called desire morphs to detached dew drops,
happily shimmering on the petals of the serene soul,
the golden cage disappears with the melted mirage.
In dark abyss of obsessive chase for the transients
the journey ends, and as the unsighted light appears,
a new voyage begins from nothing to something ecstatic,
and from something to nirvana, the ultimate freedom.
March 30, 2019
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