Freedom

Four walls

a square book

a switched-off phone

and a window. Square as well.

 

A round sun

an oval moon

soft grass

transparent trees. Round as well.

 

Triangular thoughts

connected ideas

an awareness of meaning

the glow of harmony. Triangular as well.

 

In its corners

hypotenuses

curves

and the core of the geometry of creation.

 

Beyond this,

only beyond this

there is pure freedom.

How do I get there?

Dreams do not let enough pass through,

Is death the solution?

 

The coffin is square

the soul is round

and God's eye is a triangle.

 

A moment of sky with open wings

a ray of a creative thought

moss that tickles along the soles

a palm and a kiss.

 

Is happiness freedom?

In that moment I do not ask.

Freed from the need to cut the shackles.

Are they there, if I do not feel them?