Fear of Freedom
Anchored in patterns, we flounder about,
trauma bonding with pain, claiming not joy,
enslaved by ego that our soul does grout,
in state of stupor, fall prey to it’s ploy,
strangely fear of freedom, making us coy.
Path’s easy, affirmed again and again,
simply align with love, cleansing soul’s stain,
drawing in bliss, cascading day and night,
erasing bondage to lower mind chain,
whence in-pours grace, granting spherical sight.
30-January-2022
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