so you have proclaimed freedom
you have said it all: no food, no shelter, no clothing, no nothing
except freedom
just the feel of being free and being freed from everything
naked, and homeless, and hungry,
and then so
unfree.....
freedom, what is freedom, there is more to be learned
there is more to be done
there is more to be responsible about it
this freedom from need, from want, from being so ignorant
and shackled with that limitless desire to be free from feelings
without the mind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem