A Taste of Freedom, a poem…

Once you taste freedom you want more,
like a kid at the ice cream store.

Even a prisoner in a cell,
can listen to the Supreme Bell.

It emits rays of luminous light
for all those graced with divine sight.

Such an indiscriminate shine,
from this angelic fine wine.

No calamity can make fade,
infinite space that God made.

Each breath which you inspire,
Life Force of the Great Sire.

Just one little scent of THIS,
delivers us into sheer bliss.

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