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Laying here in a seemingly chilled ocean breeze,
The womb of mind envisions an opened birdcage
With birdies chirping and watching a baby bay-shark
That had jumped from its imprisoning tank to be set free:-
As I laid there—as if on a deck-door raft—encircled
By calming waves without a drop of water that
I could drink nor a morsel of food that I was craving,
I realized there was no nearby shore around me.
Looking skyward, I could only see stars and a crescent moon.
Below my raft, small ocean creatures seemed to be playing
Hide and seek games as if they were out on a large desert;
In this strange nature’s canvassing, I realize I was all alone.
How often, I thought, in seeking to escape an imprisoning life,
We tend to find ourselves being thrust into even greater harm.
Then, in the darkness of the moment, dawning light showed me
That I was free from what was and now floating to true liberation:-
