freedom of speech
freedom of thought
freedom of being
it all begins
with the deep down
individual spark
that allows the force
of being to be whole
you can't hold the wind
in your hands
but you can feel it
on your faces
has not the wind a soul?
yet it claims no identity!
you are only as free
as what you let go of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wrote this in reply to one of Terence's poems.