Liberation is the Sadhu with one arm held aloft for years
or the priest lost in prayers
Liberation is the woman in the cafe staring into her latte bowl
or the monk with his begging bowl

Liberation is the silence of a forest
or the noise of city streets

Liberation is the nuclear center of stars
or the cold of an icy comet

Liberation is in the hearing of music
or the seeing of sunset

Liberation is the thought that discovers there’s no thinker
and merges back into emptiness

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