Freedom

Freedom

I long for liberation of my heart,
To touch and feel and taste the gentle being,
I long for spring, I long to be a part
Of something greater, something beyond meaning.

Beyond all words, beyond conceptions rise,
I want to lose myself in the eternal,
Beyond appearances, beyond all lies,
Beyond external, and beyond internal.

Neither security, nor life beyond I seek,
I do not want to chase these apparitions,
I want to breathe, I want to rise and speak
The language of the sky for all to listen.

And if you find me lying in my grave,
I will me moss that covered up my coffin,
From all confinements, all restrictions and all caves
I will be free, I will be everything and nothing.

--Alexander Shaumyan (c. 1986)