by Nick Andrea
Freedom is not found in rules and regulations,
Nor in being like the status quo.
Freedom is not found in perfection,
Nor in conforming to ideas of propriety.
Freedom is not found in ego’s ambitions
To be the best no matter what the cost,
Nor is it to be discovered in making lots of money,
Parading your yacht around for everyone to see.
But freedom is had in being utterly and foolishly yourself.
Freedom is surrendering to the within,
Knowing that you cannot control life.
For we are simply a wrinkle in the fabric of the Universe,
Freedom is in dancing,
In playing the drums.
In cooking for a group of people that you love.
Freedom is in letting the beauty of the world overcome you,
And writing a poem of gratitude, thereto.
Freedom is in letting the tears flow freely when they come,
Or embracing a friend when they are sad.
Freedom is in recognizing that there is a giant, gaping hole
At the center of your being,
Which nothing, save surrender to love, can fulfill.
That is freedom, and that is you.