Of Liberation

     

      Freedom, the ever elusive fragrance of divinity. Forever lost to us, mere mortals, who are meant to crawl our way back to paradise. Judged are we not by the values of our heart and soul nor by the thickness of our pocketbook. But by the amount of freedom we dare posses. Can someone dig freedom? The wise-men say freedom is not of this earth. We are luminous beings, the stuff dreams are made of...still we are prisoners here on this beautiful planet. Forgotten and unforgiven by the Gods almighty. No one can hear us. Boredom is killing us. The stupidity toll is catastrophic. And so we wait. A couple of cycles more or less. What could go wrong?

P.S. Behind the fishbowl the Ocean, behind the skies the Universe...