The fight for freedom is perhaps the perfect distraction: the fight never allowing the release. An oxymoron, for how can one ‘fight’ for freedom? The forcing of freedom brings only more force, for using force against the wish of being free simply perpetuates the cycle, with the addition of more effort being futile in discovering the way out of the cyclical play.
A question to ask is whether true freedom lies in the release of all attachment to the physical identity and environment or does it arise from seeing all as simply just illusion?
The fight For freedom?
Where does true freedom lie?
Is it in the release of all attachment to the physical identity and environment or does true freedom arise from seeing all as simply just illusion?
And what would seeing all as illusion look like?
The dissolving of perception can create a discombobulation. When everything is shown as nothing, the mind melts.
But, even though the eye has experienced a removal of all known identity, this has a potentially detrimental effect on the psyche in so much as the freedom that was momentarily touched was just a teaser and the ego will do all it can to re-engage with that same moment, thus disengaging from this very moment.
In the constant fight to realise this dissolving once again, the freedom of the moment is destroyed. Held prisoner by the mind, the attachments to the previous experience restricts any chance of that moment ever revealing itself again.
One is held captive by wish or potential and the illusion of this containment is perpetuated by demand.
Perhaps coming to terms with the thought of demand and accepting the fact that force has just one agenda: that of control, then freedom can arise?
Does freedom from one location dissolve all attachment to all locations, or do we just offer this belief some hot sweet tea and biscuits?
Structure, it seems, is the crux of life and one requires structure and form to exist, to find value in so as to feel worth?
This experience of life and its demands seem perfectly designed to deflect the enquirer away from all notions of freedom; all potential of realisation, and to maintain the illusive, fleeting nature of physical life as that which holds the only value.
The fight for freedom is perhaps the perfect distraction: the fight never allowing the release.
An oxymoron, for how can one
‘fight’ for freedom?
The forcing of freedom brings only more force, for using force against the wish of being free simply perpetuates the cycle, with the addition of more effort being futile in discovering the way out of the cyclical play.
To yield, to resist the forces of restraint no more, to do nothing but
'Be' with no agenda, outcome, demand or process, surely this is the formula to freedom?
Is this how the mind comes to know peace? And, within this peace, is that the experience of true freedom?
The pained touch of the heart, no more the strain of end nor start, the now, is this where it’s at?
The beacon of moment, forces unsealed, nurturing of Soul,
freedom through yield, acceptance of knowing - the ending of combat?
Adrian Shaw
Contributing Author for Poetry Philosophy
Member of the
Community Assembly of the British Isles
