Tired of the old description of the world
Freedom is not found in a doctrine
But experienced in a landscape
In a new attempt at Living
Having escaped from the Truth
Only then can we say we
Are a seeker, like a being
Without a doctrine, transparent
To the omens of the description to be
Tired of chasing old pleasures
Freedom is not found in a stimulus
But given light in the realms
Of pure thought, deliberate meditations
Becoming directly or from the sun
Freedom is a moment, not captured
It is a matter of how to be free
It is a feeling of how freedom comes
It was everything being more real, ourselves.
Wuji Seshat 
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A marvelous meditation to begin any day. >KB
Thanks for re blogging this mate!
It is always a pleasure to re-post and share good poetry and writing. You are more than welcomed. >KB
Absolutely lovely 🙂
Thanks, it’s so pleasing to get positive feedback.
OMG, I love your work! *sigh*
I wish I’d written this!!!!!
Yeah!It has at least a feel of authenticity doesn’t it.
well, more than a feeling… an intuition. a ghostly presence. you are doing good work.
Thanks, I try to write a bit each day 🙂
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