Oh, how much does one long to be free! Free of choice, free of constraints Reprieved of burden Like a leaf carried by the breeze Like water in a river Ever-flowing and formless. To detach from pleasure and sorrow And just flow in this river of life. May come pebbles or boulders, To flow past them all To be serene in nature Is to be free. As the leaf glides In the breeze called life Moving as one in harmony Without worry or grief. To be unbound from all shackles And liberate oneself Is the true aspiration.