Do not seek freedom as a place
some distant heaven paved in stillness
a throne where pain cannot kneel

Freedom is not a gate you reach
but a river you become

It is not the absence of storm
but the grace to walk barefoot through rain

It is the breath that meets the moment
the eye that does not flinch from truth
the heart that says yes
to both the thorn & the bloom

Freedom is the way you listen
when silence stretches wide
how you bow to joy
and make tea for sorrow

It is not a state
It is a becoming
A presence
A prayer
A flow