Freedom
Cars rushing by
on Friday's late afternoon..
I parallel park and consider
how is it possible that this traffic
in any way relates to freedom..
Freedom comes from recognition
just a sip of self-revelation
that we are not things..and then
our experience discovers
in subject-object dissolving:
we are joyfully everything..!
The rushing cars argue otherwise
that this trip of self-realization
in fantasy resides..to which
we have no reply..except in silence
we know: through us..and as us..
they rush..TGIF..!
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