Freedom
To the earth, sun, stars, and moon I yield my praise.
I throw my arms up in surrender
to the spiritual awareness awaiting me
in the place all dream of.
In that state, that vulnerable, ignorant, selfless state...
Only then do I glimpse myself....
And feel the beauty emanating from others.
Faith is the key to all souls.
Whether it be faith in God, lizards, Indians
or man...
In extremity the blessings of my childhood death
return to my present state of confusion ---
My present death-state...
for I feel repose, peace, and rest.
Alone and surrounded...
I rejoice for my freedom.
19 March 1992