This is liberation

When you realize: It is about being simple

Where the masks fall off

And we are left in our nakedness

Where there is no inside, no outside

Where there is no poetry

And without which there is no poetry

Where worlds fall at your feet

Still you boast not of your achievement

Where your passions lead you to compassion

When you always give way to the ignorant

Still knowing that it is but ignorance blinding all

And in their ignorance they all act

When you try your best to raise the dead

Constantly striving to raise as many as you can

Even if it bruises you, still you do anyway

Each one has created his own net

And each one has to break free himself

There is no other way, still you work hard to wake them

And in that they find some inspiration

And with their own striving they find

What you call “liberation”