Where did all the free birds fly to? The wind returned empty, and without any loose feathers that scatter. After years of leftover rains and moving sands, the ultramarine blue of the ocean is slowly swelling into turquoise lagoons and even more slowly through the aquamarine shallowness of the white sandy beaches. Free are these waters, free are the sands and even more the dancing palms that make the wind so happy passing gently through the low rise thatch cottages that once did randomly dot the isles.
Less we see them now and yet much less the wind can dance since there is hardly any palm to shelter the compounds around those cottages. We have become too independent, of each other and of ourselves, that neither the wind nor the blue of the sea is free anymore, let alone the vast starlit sky that is hardly visible anymore.
Random is the blink and not the eyes and free is the sight and not what we see. Our feet are free but not the road, our tongue is like a bird that has wings to fly but tied at the feet. And the ink flows freely from the pen but the hand that writes is guided by limited movements of a brain that is slave to another.
Independence is not a book nor a word too big or a letter at all. It is how we are to ourselves and still relate each other as a whole like how a falling rain has many tiny free falling drops that relate to each other to make the fall a complete whole.
If every individual is free then there is no need to plan, spend or fight to make a nation free. Independence is not about being free as an individual, it is the freedom of the individual minds as a whole. The bird that flies has wings but not the wind to carry hence together they fly.
Less we see them now and yet much less the wind can dance since there is hardly any palm to shelter the compounds around those cottages. We have become too independent, of each other and of ourselves, that neither the wind nor the blue of the sea is free anymore, let alone the vast starlit sky that is hardly visible anymore.
Random is the blink and not the eyes and free is the sight and not what we see. Our feet are free but not the road, our tongue is like a bird that has wings to fly but tied at the feet. And the ink flows freely from the pen but the hand that writes is guided by limited movements of a brain that is slave to another.
Independence is not a book nor a word too big or a letter at all. It is how we are to ourselves and still relate each other as a whole like how a falling rain has many tiny free falling drops that relate to each other to make the fall a complete whole.
If every individual is free then there is no need to plan, spend or fight to make a nation free. Independence is not about being free as an individual, it is the freedom of the individual minds as a whole. The bird that flies has wings but not the wind to carry hence together they fly.
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