freedom...a generic program...

'freedom lies there...'
he thought
looking at the leaves green
with drops of rain
hanging onto their fringes
like diamonds sparkling...

'freedom lies up there...'
he thought
seeing a bird on glide...
her wings stretched wide...
her happy float...

'freedom lies right here...'
he thought
riding down a passage of a road
still sleepy dreamy watery springy flowery...
as if a Path...
as if a Truth...
as if a song by Ruth...
as if an open book...

he thought
feeling the wind
on his face...
his arms...
his legs...

he felt...
freedom
rising up
like a curtain...

and he
looked inside...

he stared hard
within...

'freedom lies there...
like a generic program...
conceived and generalised...'

and he thought David and Alexander...
and the Idea of God...