the world
it pulls you
to stretch yourself
to reach somewhere
to move
to not be
who you are

to that world
there comes
a call from elsewhere

when the soul glows
and the compunctions of the world
fall apart
scattering in little pieces
that glow of the soul
is azadi

more free than mere freedom
more still than mere stillness
more silent than silence
a passion cries out
the lustre and shimmer
of life itself
unadorned, yet alive













~ by tdcatss on March 16, 2019.

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