and i am free . . .

[Bill]

and i am free

 

the young babe

still wet behind the ears

new to this existence

was already a few eons old

 

there was an uncertain yet prolific wisdom he embraced

exuded even

could it be the simple innocence

 

he was always smiling

seeing what was unseen

being what has long not been

an indelible joy

 

there must have been some music playing

somewhere

but did we hear it

fear it

or did we even care about it

 

i closed my eyes

to block out my gross sensory perceptions

you know

the ones filled with deceptions

i have embraced

and i could trace them as well

to my genesis

to my introduction to the sphere of fear to be free

 

and now i decree

it is time

to employ my hands

and turn back the hands

that bind me in this dimension

and contention

with self

 

and i am free

 

 

© 14 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.