My hands are pressed against the sky
I feel I'm still in embryo,
Struggling to grow,
Struggling to break free.
To penetrate the sky
And dwell in the infinite.

I don't want to be limited,
Inhibited,
Restrained,
Encompassed,
Or locked in!

I want to be Free,
Knowing all there is to know,
Never needing to grow,
To flow
In a never tiring, never tedious
But continuous blissful state
Where Truth and Love Abounds
And Reigns.