It is the freedom I love the most,
the freedom I choose to host;
the freedom I proudly boast,
the freedom that makes me toast.
It is the freedom that flows in my mind,
the freedom of poetic kind;
the freedom that makes me feel fine,
sweeter than palm wine divine.
It is the freedom Nature has given me poetically,
It’s the freedom that strengthens inspiration internally;
the freedom that deepens meditation within,
a freedom that cannot be stolen or broken within.
I am free to hear what the wind may say,
free to travel with my poetic way;
free to read the thoughts of time,
and glimpse tomorrow in a silent rhyme.
I freely gaze at the face of the Almighty God,
and use the poetic rod I am assigned to wield;
I hear the message of the hanging sky,
and sit as my poetic vision travels far and high.
I see beyond the distant horizon line,
and exercise my poetic wit and design;
I write my poems at any hour,
freely flowing in creative power.
I seek no man’s contribution—I am free,
no human intervention defines me;
for in this poetic breath I live and see,
a boundless world that belongs to me.
