Lose your life to Freedom

Can we trust our innate intelligence?

The small voice in our head

The angel on our shoulder

This internal compass that we have

If so

Why do we go so many different ways

Can you call something fate

When so filed with hate

And blatant disregard

For what other feel and face?

We take

Every opportunity to make ourselves known

To make our opinions heard

No matter how absurd

We let the words fall

From chapped lips

And forget that we know nothing

When it comes down to it

Just illusions

Man made contusions

Scholarly hallucinations

We paint the world

Then blaze it

Destroying everything in our wake

While saying

“I care”

No

This may be my own opinion

But

What ever happened to love?

True, un-adulterated, others-focused

Un-confined by scriptures

Human error

And “always being right”

Wendell Berry says it best,

“I come into the peace of wild things, who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water and feel above me the day-blind starts waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world and am free.”

Free? What does it feel like to be free?

Maybe it’s outside of the city

The dirty overflowing places

Where people make their wages

Allowing their lives to be overtaken

By meaningless work

Crammed together we begin to destroy one another

And the ground beneath our feet

Feeding into the lies of corporate greed

We too are slaves, you see

Why do we love the image of

Flying like a bird

Running through open fields

Singing when no one can hear us

Leaving on long journey’s

Being unbound

Light

And free

Let this freedom ring

Loud and clear

The world is dying

Why continue lying to yourself

Playing it safe

Doing things you hate

Let freedom ring

Live with intention

Let the small voice in your head

Become the driving force

That drives your agenda

Off a cliff

Let freedom ring