Hello friends,
Today’s word is free.
What does it mean to be free in a moment, to free ourselves from whatever is going on in the world to be present?
What does freedom cost us? Where do we find it?
I love this quote from Nina George’s book The Little French Bistro:
“She wasn’t sure if she trusted herself to remain free.”
That one line says so much. Do we trust ourselves to be free? To, in a way, surrender to what we need? To be free so we can use our medicine to help others find their freedom?
My poems today are a pair of Haiku, following the 5-7-5 rule:
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables
I looked for freedom and then I suddenly knew it lives in my breath. I want to be free like an ocean wave breathing into its own soul.
I never want to be free
From gravity.
Spare me the reality
Of dropped keys
Falling endlessly up.
I never want to be free
From the responsibility
That comes with freedom.
When I find a key
To what confines me,
I seek the release
Of prisoners like me.
Once I am free FROM…
I become free TO…
To those to whom
Much is given,
Much is asked.
Free, to me,
Is a group activity.
May my freedom be
Of useful service to yours.
Take a breath, pause
The choice is yours
To say yes or no
To walk in the other direction
To quit
Search for who you are
Meant to be, and find
A love that loves you for you
Respects the boundaries
You have the right to place
Wherever, whenever.
You are not to blame
For the hurt inflicted
When you were too young
To know it was hurt
You have never been alone
Another world awaits your
Letting go, so go ahead,
Slip the bonds, jump
The fall cannot hurt you
It will teach you how to fly.