On Feeling Free

Feeling free is essential to enjoying life and to receiving intuitive messages.  I find I can best express this in poetry rather than prose! 

life
tonight i hold it gently
gently, so it won't spill out
gently, so i can drink in its intoxicating joy and flow with the
  universe and soar,
soar back to my dream and become lost in the celebration of the reality of my existence
  and my perception of the goodness of living
for life is a treasure, and this moment is a treasure.     

This poem came to me after I felt this way sitting in the backyard swing under a weeping willow tree at twilight when I was 15.  It is a feeling I never wanted to lose and have clung to ever since, even though there were times where only the slenderest of threads connected me. 

But that was enough.  I kept my focus on that enormous freedom and wove other threads to the single connecting line until the connection was once again strong. 

When in the midst of this kind of freedom, everything is possible.  The trust in the immutability of the laws of the universe is supreme.  The trust that all will be well if one lives in harmony with those laws is unshakeable no matter how much society suggests otherwise. 

For me, joy is equal to feeling free. 

Yet, you might wonder what is this way of life free from?  Another poem, written when 17, explains this

​THE QUESTIONS
Mama – tell me – what is the devil?
Ah, child, such questions, but I shall answer.
                The devil is what makes us
                                smile and say “it’s just a stage” about that which we know to be evil
                                place more importance on the end than the motive
                                measure success with material things
                                desire an A, not knowledge
                                comply so others will accept us
                                say, “you can’t change the world; you have to accept it as it is”
                                afraid to cry out, “Yes, I can change it; and I am.”
But, Mama, that’s what teacher calls society.
Yes, child, that’s what teacher calls society.
 
Mama – tell me – what is God?
Ah, child, such questions, but I shall answer.
                God is what makes us
                                do our best and nothing else
                                demand and expect only from ourselves and no one else
                                know that what we are and have is ours uniquely by our choice
                                want to give to whomever sees fit to receive
                                strive to the heights of any dream we dare conceive
But Mama, that’s what teacher calls self-worth.
Yes, child, that’s what teacher calls self-worth.
 
Mama – tell me – what am I?
Ah, child, such questions, but I shall answer
                You are only
                                what you want
                                what your mind conceives
                                what you choose to learn from others and hold as being worthy
                                what you can accept as being yours
                                what your self-imposed limits allow
                                what you dare to be.

But, Mama, can it be real?  Is it possible?
Yes, child. 

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