The treasures ask for no key
pathways cherish every being that chooses them
morsels accept the buds of every tongue
the limbs reject no desire found;
You are free?
Like the mirage in the desert,
like the shadow beneath the sun
like the heart yearning for the beloved
you are not but deluded;
For chains are not found entangled to your flesh,
your tongue fears no knife that would restrain it,
the bazaar waits to grant you all to fill,
yet you are not but deluded;
How, you ask.
chains escape your body
yet grip your heart with desires,
the tongue has its say with the blemish of ink,
yet it remains stranded to your ignorance;
As the dervish preaches towards fame of the heavens,
you drift towards glamour of the lowly worlds,
As the hand allows you to buy the hereafter with few,
you wander the bazaars inane giving plenty;
O Captive!
freedom is of morals
emancipation is of thought
slavery
is the want
for
the
created
abandon
abandon
abandon all
abating
the abandonable
be free.
