Is it really freedom?

Is it really freedom?
Or is it rather captivity
Liberty through captivity
Captivity through liberty?

Liberating for decades,
Limiting all of a sudden
It is, was, and will be
Always was, after all
What one wants to see
And what one does not.

So far that’s freedom,
But captivity dictates
What to see and how
Absolute and exclusive
Black and white only.

Freedom has colors,
Possibilities all open
For divine spirit to flow
Free in every which way
Not channeled by power
But meandering in love
It is divine reciprocity
What one gives out
Will come back to
Is it really freedom?
Or is it rather captivity
Liberty through captivity
Captivity through freedom?
Love and power it is!

Thundering liberty and freedom

Get out, arrive!

“What if you were a teacher but had no voice to speak your knowledge? What if you had no language at all and yet there was something you needed to say? Wouldn’t you dance it? Wouldn’t you act it out? And wouldn’t your every movement tell the story? In time you would become so eloquent that just to gaze upon you would reveal it all.”

“The most important thing each of us can know is our unique gift and how to use it in the world. Individuality is cherished and nurtured, because, in order for the whole to flourish, each of us has to be strong in who we are and carry our gifts with conviction, so they can be shared with others.”

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer — pp. 128-129 and 134

Swan in liberty and freedom