Four freedoms, four reasons
Small poems about great things, born from reading Lauri Rauhala's holistic understanding of experience. Studying during the summer is a real challenge. 😛 After the poem, a few more "serious thoughts". Photo: Tarron Elliot. Pixabay. Four freedoms, four reasons My body is but dust. It does not belong to me. My spirit is the light of the stars. It is eternally mine. My freedoms are four birds, four colours that carry my heart, for whom I am here. One is red. It is emotion, the warmth of the sun. One is white. It is faith, the silent wind. One is blue. It is intuition, the glimmer of the sea. One is black. It is knowledge, the everlasting rock. Philosophies from different eras offer their time-bound answers to eternal fundamental questions about the purpose of life, but the world does not come fully complete (Rauhala, 2009, pp. 184–185). Amidst ...