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No one's permission you need- living your life is not like getting a licence or permit to do this or that--or passing an exam- you are your own government you are your own authority you owe none any obligation or duty it's your playing-field to none do you yield only that to yourself be sincere and true for none does care or bother about you in their selfish and often blind and senseless pursuits so sad indeed but so true it seems to me it's best not to have a name as namelessness attracts the attention of none it sets me completely free how churlish are so many who assume they are born to superiority who proclaim: ' look to me be my follower in me you'll find your destiny'. how much more I 've learnt wandering in the wild of nowhere where nature teaches and smiles the flowers greet me the breezes sing their songs in glee the butterflies, the bees the birds, the insects the warbling stream the dancing leaves nature in her pristine beauty beneath a mild and gentle sky each living thing relates their own story only, only I should be silent humble, empty ready their voices to hear (how innocent this elemental life that does over the folly of man transcend-- how sweet, how comforting, how endlessly dear!) here there's no coercion no human clamour or commotion here's perfect freedom that teaches me every lesson about living I am transformed transfixed to the mystery and splendour of timelessness no one's permission I need this, this is my truth my salvation my liberation.
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
NO ONE'S PERMISSION YOU NEED
No one's permission you need- living your life is not like getting a licence or permit to do this or that--or passing an exam- you are your own government you are your own authority you owe none any obligation or duty it's your playing-field to none do you yield only that to yourself be sincere and true for none does care or bother about you in their selfish and often blind and senseless pursuits so sad indeed but so true it seems to me it's best not to have a name as namelessness attracts the attention of none it sets me completely free how churlish are so many who assume they are born to superiority who proclaim: ' look to me be my follower in me you'll find your destiny'. how much more I 've learnt wandering in the wild of nowhere where nature teaches and smiles the flowers greet me the breezes sing their songs in glee the butterflies, the bees the birds, the insects the warbling stream the dancing leaves nature in her pristine beauty beneath a mild and gentle sky each living thing relates their own story only, only I should be silent humble, empty ready their voices to hear (how innocent this elemental life that does over the folly of man transcend-- how sweet, how comforting, how endlessly dear!) here there's no coercion no human clamour or commotion here's perfect freedom that teaches me every lesson about living I am transformed transfixed to the mystery and splendour of timelessness no one's permission I need this, this is my truth my salvation my liberation.
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Melbourne, Australia
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
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