Poem -

ཡho is ཡe

ཡho is ཡe

Am I you ?
Are you me ?
May together we are we?
I am in search for freedom,
aren’t you too ?
The path we think to achieve freedom is different but we all must go through.
This difference is the cause of separation from you and me.
Forgetting that the steps oneself takes are not for free.
Harming you or harming me, for the sake to be?
Forgetting completely that there is a we.
How often we hear that we are all one, 
nobody learned from this eternal phrase - simply gone.
While you step towards the intriguing liberty made up in your mind, 
but still can’t reach it,
you-me and we get unkind.
Judging the chosen path of mine, just because you can’t get steps which feel fine.
I am shouting at the neighbor :” Why is your tree in my garden?” ,
just to give him a stone for his way to harden.
You yelling at others :” Why you waste so much money!” , for feeling yourself like bathing in honey.
So the  freedom we all seek, has a blockade made up by ourselves because we are weak.
Finally you are me and this is we, so please let our ways be accepted and simply be;

 

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Freya

Very confusing but at the same time I get it? Ahh a real thinker this is 

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Rubidus San

ཏey Freya ,
thanks for sharing your Time.
humans perceptions really seem confusing- finally it’s a order in chaos.

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