Freedom

I rest
on the frame
of things,
where
it doesn't matter
if the door
is open
or closed,
where there is
no 'in'
or 'out',
no coming
or going;
where being
is a merging
of all breath.
 
I rest
on the edge
of things,
where
it doesn't matter
if a line
is a dot
or a circle,
that bends
and shifts,
expands
and shrinks,
where thoughts
are not caged
like gilded birds
looking for freedom;
where freedom
just simply is.