As he flew from his cage...
As he flew from his cage, Suddenly but instantly something changed, Something or someone just died and someone or something new was born, In a fraction of a second, In a blink of an eye, And as he looked back, It wasn't a cage in itself, But Illusion of mind, Repression of other's thought, For the 1st time, He felt the cool air moving from the north, The green trees standing mighty, The other beings singing and dancing all around, Playing the "PLAY" of life, For the 1st time the warmth of the sun, Cool air breeze of wind, The song the trees, The dance of the leaves, Friends, foes,family all that he thought of his own, Just a mirror illusion of mind, Identification collapsed, All the big big ideas,plans for the future, Those big ideologies,philosophies just a pile of rusty dust... No meaning of it's own, For he, himself as another character in the "PLAY" , Something just c