The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
One small book (121 pages) distills a universe of thought around studying the illusion of the self. Your brain might freeze while reading it, but what books are worth reading if they don’t do that? It is not a free resource, yet I loved reading it and if the topic interests you, it will be worth your time and investment.
Join The Presence Pulse newsletter to uncover one guiding insight to help you be so present that you disappear.
Enter your email and sign up for free right now.