Poems of the Atmos

Free Air- I. 4th July- 18th July, 2018.

Freedom is like the air;
It lives harmoniously with the rest of the world;
Undaunted; undisruptive.
It changes at will and regains its form by Divine Law
With no qualms; no crisis;
Eternal.

Freedom is like the air...
But I am not free.
It does not mean I do not breathe
But rather the freedom of air is out of reach for me.
The world does not let me breathe
And I do not let the world breathe in me.

Smog, Curses; Pride-- of the world.
Ignorance, Arrogance; Fear-- of the humans.

The world laughs gayly, declaring to me, "Let it be and take a deep breath!"
The body moves gayly, declaring to me, "Let it be and live fully!"
The heart leaps gayly, declaring to me, "Let it be and liberate your deepest dreams and desires."

I weakly laugh at the world, somberly saying, "Ai...let me be. I will sooner die of your toxicity than by my own hands."
I weakly smile at my body, somberly saying, "Hey, that's not so bad. So long as you never marr yourself."
I weakly tear in my eyes at my heart, somberly saying, "Let us not be sadomasochists and face the reality. Natural Design is the source of greatest pleasure. Let us stop walking in circles."

Lust, Greed; Bitterness-- of the humans.
Depravity, Hunger; Apathy-- of the world.

Freedom is farther out of reach than most
Initially realize.
But once in the race to Heaven
Another epiphany arises.

There is the body. There is the world. There is the heart...and there is the mind.

The mind does not mind the world
Or the heart
Or the body
Or even me.
The mind lives for eternity- its sole purpose is its immortality.
Isn't that why identity crisis is such a big deal?

What, then, is "freedom"?
The mind looks to the heart and says, "It is what you envision."
The mind looks to the body and says, "It is what you desire."
The mind looks to the world and says, "It is what you construe."

The mind looks to me and says, "It does not exist."

A/N: This is for WP_Poetry's "July is Free" Contest.