Freedom

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I yearn for a kind of death

beyond what the Golden Gate

and Forest Deep can offer.

Beyond Shakespeare’s sly death, too,

this stop opens the school doors

that pretend to guard our lives.

Maybe the enclosure is

necessary to learning

our part in society,

But freedom to roam borders

of matter and spirit can

earn a higher truth

By lifting us from small selves

into vast relationship

and love of the universe.

I yearn for the kind of death

that opens the doors of per-

ception and of creation,

Invites participation

in particles and waves of

honest sur-reality

And challenges mindfulness

to life in full awareness

of unbound unknowable

Intention.  Listen: hearts beat.

Acorns crack and root and grow.

A star sends its breath to earth.

We turn with worlds and stand still

on our little planets as

if rulers of all we see.

I want to travel instead

like the Little Prince who is

tethered only to a rose.

Inspired by Totomai's Aokigahara, written for 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Energy, Vitality

Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast