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I have been sought for throughout the years; often the culprit of mass confusion.
I am always in your reach; always in your grasp- if only you awaken
I’m a free gift, hardly every opened fully; always yours for the taking.
Some find me in humbleness; I’m theirs to obtain
But if one is not careful, I will be lost in their minds once again;
The world makes it hard to clasp unto me;
To live without conditions; to simply be.
To keep me you must be able to master ones self
So few humans achieve me completely, in spite of themselves
They live each day dreaming of a life of love with me
In an imperfect world perfected by eternity
They strive to achieve me with their materials and money
They fight wars to sustain such, in the world of milk and honey
Young women leave fathers to gain me, only to their dismay
I’m lost to their passion of simply moving away
But so soon they will loose me to another, be it husband or lover
Or the career they grow to distain, it’s usually one thing or another
Men foolishly leave their wives in search of my light
Saddened only to find more of the same in hindsight
For I’m a true illusion if one can’t shed all the layers
Of needs, ambitions, false securities and prayers
Of things that are held and things that are seen
Things that surround you – if only in dreams
The things you desire most will cost you my price
Although they seem innocent, and …all comfy and nice
Those things that you work for a slave to encompass
For which the newness or beauty seems never to last
You dare to dream of a place far away from the hustle and bustle
To a place that’s so siren and quiet; no one to bother or trouble
But you find with your tranquility there’s another price to pay
Like the luxury of running water or even a neighbor to stop by some days
For every choice you make, you might imagine you’ve lost me again
But it’s the ability to choose that really makes me your friend.
Though you fight for me; strive for me; but ‘less you die for me . . .
I am the precious gift of free will based on your limits, unlimits, and reality
You may cry many nights, fight for your rights; stand and die for your kingdom
Sadly, that unremitting need to hold tight to earthly possessions will always cost you- (Click below for the riddle’s answer)
Anything or anyone you feel you must have and can’t live without , you are a slave to in some way. ~CordieB.
On Freedom I heard them say . . . .
Freedom is the right to live as you wish.
If you wish to free yourself from enslavement, you must choose freedom and the responsibility it entails.
There’s a price for every freedom; something to be given up for every liberty.
It’s up to you to weigh the price you must pay for each of your freedoms. And everything you want has a price.
Freedom is the opportunity to make decisions. It’s the capacity to take a hand in your own development.
Freedom is the right to choose.
It’s the right to create for yourself the alternatives of choice.
No one is free who is not master of himself.
You are free to do whatever you like; You need only face the consequences of your actions.
~The Daily Guru
clouds of emotions cross her heart
with droplets of promises, flakes of hope
an old desire opens its dreary eyes
from the underground, an unknown slope..
when did this seed, this neglected desire
with an innocent face, wearing bawdry attire
enter her soul, she can hardly remember
but her heart has always fallen in its mire..
an earth plowed by corpses of traditions
sowed with rotten seeds of ambitions,
her soul has eroded, her heart is barren
never in peace with its own definitions..
‘O father, why didn’t you let me be
with my own dreams, and my tiny sea
why did you always teach me to believe
in a restless world I could never see..
I could’ve been me, with a name of my own
clear and simple, my mind would’ve grown
but you broke my knees, and pushed me to run
Ah! had you just loved me, I sure would’ve won..’
and she, her heart and the old desire
now too tired to dream or aspire
walk alone with a crowd of compromise
so used to darkness, so scared of a sunrise..
heart is always in war with the reason
and she doesn’t know to whom she must listen
whether heart triumphs or her reasons win
always her soul feels guilty of a sin..
so her lips move, and whisper a prayer
an intense urge to be free from dispair
‘I want to be strong, I want to be brave
I want to be in peace, I want to be aware..’