What is it really?
Is it the fiefdom
Is it the kingdom
Is it a clean slate
to write on?
Is it an altered state
to rely on?
Is it a choice of fate
Is it a choice among
things with difference?
Is it the dissipation
of the illusion?
Is it just the capability
of doing as you please?
Is it the lack of obstacles
in your journey?
Maybe Freedom is none of those things.
Maybe it’s the simple capability
of accepting what is.
Maybe it’s the right to the autonomy
of accepting what is… without being obligated to do so.
Maybe it’s the right to accept who you are (really are)
even if this does not conform to collective wisdom.
Maybe it’s about choosing to be now
or choosing to crave what was not or is still not.
Maybe it’s about accepting the other that is now
or rejecting the other that did not or still does note conform.
And maybe, just maybe… it’s about accepting the Truth
rather than being subject to our own lies.