Freedom

​Where shall we be,

When we realize we are free?

Where shall we go?

What should we do?

Who shall we be,

When we realize we are indebted to no one, except divinity.

The irony is, divinity wants nothing from us,

Except to see that we ARE free

To live in our purpose,

To stand in our power,

To shine our own divine light,

Shattering illusion,

Lighting up the shadows,

And finally knowing

We. Are. Free.

This was written as my father was transitioning from this life to whatever comes next. I didn’t know it at the time. I was hiking through the park during the full moon in December 2016 and I sensed these words. I wrote them down the moment I got home. This piece came over me and was released by writing it down, much like a giant sneeze. I felt tingly and a sense of release. A few hours of peaceful sleep later, I awoke to the news that my father had passed. I still sense the peace that swept over me when these words fell into my psyche.

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