Free from what? Our anchors we drag
beneath the dark waters, they slow us down,
they hold us
Our boats are big but a few small ropes
prevent our moving freely,
in the Light
full of worry
a life of problems
or
loving, sharing all, caring, forgiving,
listening, touching, gifting, seeking
and seeing only the highest state
of any being, being real
emancipate yourselves from
mind slavery
non but ourselves
can sail freedom's ship
stow the bowels with knowledge
jettison "worry" and "problem" baggage
FREELY give and dance with the
love of god and humanity
freely sailing in a new world
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