Imprisoned

Imprisoned

The wind blows, it is free

Our life is a prison sentence

Held and led by the emotions

Tides of passions, ebbs of reality

Fraught with promises and dreams

Of liberation, concurrence and peace

Unable to blow freely everywhere

Feeling never the lesser

We whistle and hiss in our confines

Frequently escaping in illusion

To never-find the freedom outside

Not all the riches we can find there

Can match what we withhold within 

The imprisoned self, the imperishable

Seeks not to find, but to know 

That liberation, concurrence, peace

Is what it IS.

January 2002