Imprisoned

My essential being is in prison,

Flesh imprisons me, fresh cells

Lock me up each day, I am filled

With fear that I will never be free.

Nothing else. Fear from my lungs:

My songs are dead songs;

Fear from my throat: my words

Are numb and unborn. Fear

From my heart: my love

Is withered and weeping.

Through the bars, in the sky

A symbol of freedom –

Through my thoughts,

Shiva in each cell

Is freedom.

Om Nama Shivaya

Is my idiom.

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