348 Poem by RIC BASTASA

so you have proclaimed freedom
you have said it all: no food, no shelter, no clothing, no nothing
except freedom
just the feel of being free and being freed from everything

naked, and homeless, and hungry,
and then so

unfree.....

freedom, what is freedom, there is more to be learned
there is more to be done
there is more to be responsible about it

this freedom from need, from want, from being so ignorant
and shackled with that limitless desire to be free from feelings

without the mind?