Simple Freedom

Words only succeed when they bow

We use words to convey, we are not objects of mental activity
What is there to convey beyond labels, opinions, emotions, and sensations?

What is this silent song breathing life, creativity, fragrance, and love into my veins when I'm broken and free?

Free from the mental spirals of self imprisonment.

In this age, no longer do we need any religion, any faith, any path to arrive home.

So Ham, Shivo Ham, So Ham, Shivo Ham, So Ham Shivo Ham

Know thy self beyond adorned images...
Native American's embraced the Earth and its deep wisdom
Yogis drew inward and like scientists charted the inner gateways
Zen emerged out of the mind's lunacy, little paradoxes into forever none paradise

Out of what arises this quest, this longing?

Follow a path till its end, at that gap we end... sometimes we are even adorned, given titles and names, congratulated and acknowledged...
Yet something inside still knows, this is not it, something still burns. Not this, Neti, Neti whispers eternity!

All along we have known this simple freedom. Now a new journey, flowing in the unknown.