liberation

Extend your

Shackled mind

To the boundless

Hand of Love.

It holds the solution

To your sure

And final liberation.

So have no doubt

You cannot

Remain locked

Not even from

A half-turn

Of Love’s master key.

Self-preservation

Is like quicksand

On the road

Towards universal liberation.

But keep sinking.

Lose yourself.

Taste the goodness

That awaits.

If we sit long enough

We may sprout wings

Behind our thoughts

And fly across

The vast sky

That is the Self

Within our hearts.