The bird that takes directions cannot be

A bird. To Know and Be are one for them.

So what then are these things to you and me?

When first we wake, the mind is blank, and then

The thoughts arise, and thoughts of thoughts combine

Into a shackled, stymied stream of dread

That moves regardless; to the point when Mind

Is not our own, but holds what others said.

True freedom is unconscious, never quite

Considered; paradox, to know you’re free:

The myths proclaim the garden’s false delight:

Awareness of ourselves is knowledge’s fee.

Our human folly: comfort in the loss

Of Freedom. Choosing not to choose, our cost.

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