Being Free

Am I destined to be,

A tiny little lowly ant,

Crawling underground,

Or a regal golden eagle,

Flying free high above?

The small puddle or stream,

Or the lake or ocean,

In the blowing wind?

Or perched safely in a tree;

The weed or desert flower,

The thorny rose bush,

Or the giant oak tree?

Just a passive observer,

Accepting unwanted realities,

Or an active participator,

Creating ones I want—

Using my mind & heart,

With positive thoughts,

About true beliefs,

To slowly erase and replace,

My false and faulty ones,

About who I really am,

Or what I can really be;

It’s probably time to see

What it means to be free.

Maybe choices are the key.

Can’t draw a round circle,

Leave my head at home,

Move without moving,

Kiss my own lips,

But I can be responsible,

Getting along with others,

Controlling my reactions,

Stop judging experiences,

Learning and loving more,

 Free from contradictions.