A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

To exist on a parallel axis, in truth, not to promiscuate,

And to rest the deep gaze,

Away from distractions that cause to crumble,

The pillars of being, in fertile silence.

To stay outside, to see from a distance,

What entertains the world in its yearning,

The ignorance without style, running free,

While wisdom, calm, revolts.

On this parallel axis, I find peace,

Where the mind calms, and the heart is able,

To perceive the futility of what is transient,

While the serene gaze contemplates the true.

To exist thus, without mingling in vanity,

Is to preserve essence, pure reality,

And, even seeing the world spin in its dance,

To remain steadfast, in profound observance.

Away from illusions that seduce the spirit,

I remain on the axis, in harmony and rite,

For it is in distance that truth reveals itself,

And, in the silence of the gaze, the soul enwraps.

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