Am I willing to see
That I am already free?

My restless fitful dreams
Of limitation and of loss,
Of struggle fear and pain,
Speak of duty to the call of others,

And in the drudgery of life,
My own pre-occupations
Fill the perfect space
Where love and freedom should be
Could be………

So in this determined smallness,
This prison of abandonment,
This self-surrounding sabotage,
Where is my willingness?

Silent rays of light
Are leaking through the cracks
In this invisible armour;
Softening….opening….expanding.

Unbidden yet longed for,
Me and yet not me.
A light that won’t be snuffed,
Beyond limitation beyond ego.

Yes! and Yes! again.
Life force, living Shakti,
Ever flowing through me;
IS me and every other being.

Such a small shift
Of subtlest perception,
Is this willingness to see
That I AM ALREADY FREE.