Freedom in being

What is freedom, you quietly ask,
a space that evades every grasp?
A dream, a word, a distant sight,
yet often bound, stripped of its light.
The form we call by freedom’s name,
holds chains unseen, all the same.

(Chorus)
Freedom’s not in forms we find,
not in walls, nor in the mind.
It’s a space, a quiet glow,
that holds it all, yet lets it go.

(Verse 2)
Your freedom calls, your voice is loud,
but built on others, it’s just a shroud.
If my own borders rise and grow,
where can another’s freedom flow?
True freedom bears no weight or chain,
it lets us rest, relieves our pain.

(Chorus)
Freedom’s not in forms we find,
not in walls, nor in the mind.
It’s a space, a quiet glow,
that holds it all, yet lets it go.

(Bridge)
It lives in now, in open being,
in emptiness, where truth is freeing.
Not freedom from, but freedom within,
no start, no end, no loss, no win.
The stillness speaks, the silence stays,
freedom loves, in gentle ways.

(Chorus)
Freedom’s not in forms we find,
not in walls, nor in the mind.
It’s a space, a quiet glow,
that holds it all, yet lets it go.

(Outro)
So let it go, no need to seek,
freedom’s vast, its core unique.
No word, no form can it contain,
it rests where no constraints remain.
In every heart, in every being,
freedom lives, alive and freeing.