to those who choose to use it,
but ‘belongs’ is not really the right word,
because freedom will only exist for those who let go completely,
those who allow it to stay free.
Freedom is one of the most costly things we can ever receive,
many have given their lives,
their very blood,
for this great gift.
Freedom, unused or manipulated,
is no longer freedom.
Like any gift,
it does nothing
until it is received,
used in daily life,
I’ve sat in prisons
for many years
not realizing the doors were unlocked.
Granted, many of the doors were difficult to get open,
people I trusted TOLD me they were locked,
some were rusted over,
others had puzzle latches
I had to figure out,
but one by one they all opened,
and I stepped out into
increasingly comprehending of this grace-thing called freedom.
The mystery, the magnitude,
the path, the fire, the gift
There I go again,
falling in love with free will,
falling in love with free air, surf and sky,
falling in love with me.