In Time, Freedom

I hang on to labels, rules, scales
like I’m not supposed to
I do
I do
I do.

How? Why? Why
do I conclude from details?
When my eyes are foolish
and my mind narrow.

Victims of details
of confusions
of the time-bound, but
envelops the great all,
the vastness
where there is
no division, only all.

Embody a space where
liberty is in
and not out,
a dimension of when
we no longer ask the question and,
sail through
sail along
sail to