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.
Wow, awesome Poetry I have every read about Lord Shiva and Idioms.
It’s great, thank you.
Lilly
Thank you so much, Lilly. I appreciate your comment. You’ve got an amazing collection of idioms; very useful resource.