Because the mind is free
Listening to the rain is a memory
Of Evolution, dripping from sight
The drops become
One with me, I alone in nature
The tribe alone in nature
The child is of nature
I am aware as a migrating bird
Leaving no trace behind
Needing no guide by inner sense
That is freedom, beyond belief
To what shall I liken the world?
Not to a leaf, a moonlit night, a dew-drop
Shaken from the beaks of ancestors
We all belong to the Universe, the night
To the stream rushing past
To the dusty world where time is made-up
And my fleeing form casts no reflection
Because the mind is free
I can be a slave and observe the world
And feel no chains, I am just a part of the world
Lonely or alienated, like a tangled hair
The circular delusion is a symphony
Without beginning or end, I dream no longer
But live in waking dream, I am awake
Studying the Sutras for nobody
When do love and hate matter?
Maybe in society one must follow.