freedom is a state
of mind,
constrained physical.
complete freedom is death
when you are released
from all memory,
with every response arrested.
to die to thoughts
from moment to moment
is finding freedom from time
living in present.
Author notes
“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.”
-Bob Dylan
A contest entry
- 20-40 Words by She Stole My Voice.
400 points, ended December 15, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I agree with the first stanza.
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living in present
This is the art of living, to let the past be silent and enjoy present abundance. Your poem gives a positive attitude to death, a final freedom - which we can taste by letting go of memory. I will take this with me today, the idea is timely.
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