Poetry
By Robin Liepman
Freedom, we grasp for sweetness,
moments of uninhibited bliss,
overcome with this,
overwhelming cosmic kiss,
veil-lifted
trail shifted
paradigm-melting
undogmatic psycho-somatic mind-body motion flowing through our veins,
commotion in our brains, misconceiving the essence of our presence
we call it the present because it’s a gift, so I am grateful
we liberate our voices when we have both courage and opportunity
but suppress our truth all the time
knowing something is festering
something big is happening, but afraid of our own ability to launch into dangerous territory,
of our own power to create the change…
I grew up safe and wondered why this isn’t the case
for all of the human race
in a complacent community living in boxes but void of unity
I now know the need to end the greed
to supersede preexisting tyrannical pyramids of power
to set our voices free like songbirds flying from a collapsing ivory tower,
and discover what we can truly be
when we live without chains in harmony

Picture by Karin Gold
Published on page 23 of the Winter 2012 issue of Leviathan.
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