I’m realizing something..about something.
But no, not about something, but about this.
This existence….this prison?
No, not a prison, because I am no longer held captive.
I no longer live for the expectations of its inhabitants.
This existence…this freedom.
I am realizing something about this freedom.
It is peace.
It is the recognition of myself in a complete state of grace.
Until….until you, prisoner, come and tell me that something is missing.
That I need something and I need it…now.
Now, to you, means as soon as I can acquire it for myself.
But I am in a state of grace…am I not?
All is here for me…meant for me.
It will come like mind came for me to think, like body came for me to feel, like ears came for me to hear, like nose came for me to smell, like eyes came for me to see
…like air came for me to breathe
It is all here for me.
Why would it run from me?
Unless it was being kept from me…by thieves.
Unless it was being taken from me..
By greedy, foolish thieves….doubting that it would ever stay here for them.
By faithless, lost pirates…believing that they would take it all for themselves.
And yet, it is all still here, even if it’s just the crumbs after a feast.
I’m learning something about freedom.
With all that I have…all that is here for me…what am I doing here?
I am free to live, I am alive…with all that I need.
What am I doing here?
While these prisoners scavenge for all they feel will sustain them, what do I seek?
who do I race?
What treasure am I in search of?
As this heart wants…what is there for me to want?
Love? Not the fleeting love of prisoners, they will take all before they love one.
Love for them. Love for these ruthless prisoners.
Love for prisoners..who know nothing of this freedom.