Contemplation
The realm of freedom grows not so much by
Subjection of the space around it, folk
Beyond its current reach, domains that lie
Inside a strongman’s dictatorial yoke,
Or lands held down by Holy Books’ control—
With cannibal-like interpretations;
Instead real freedom grows inside a soul.
True liberty is spiritual nations
Whose boundaries define the human chest
And skull. Such freedom drives inwardly, not
Away, dives towards the spirit, always best
When it is seeking deeps, the selfless thought.
Such freedom does not care where wide things start.
Its only aim is conquering of the heart.
