The Freedom Within

Circling birds above us plead,
In their eyes a different world does lead.
We’re going out of town, among the field of flowers,
To a land where thought indicates power.

The power of mind, while nothing new,
Is power in which our freedom grew.
The power of this freedom, freedom for all,
Is nothing without momentary falls.

These falls from grace, these mishaps of fortune,
Implore a world of iniquitous elation.
The antiquity of the globe in all its vastness,
Lays claim to blunders, many to witness.

Blunders of mind, blunders of thought,
Are the ways in which our freedom is caught.
Without this freedom mistakes are perilous,
But with this freedom souls may progress.

The freedom within is a force to behold,
Its veracity a vessel in which it enfolds.
The freedom within should be embraced,
Until its origins cannot be traced.