Set Free in The Wild

Set Free in The Wild

1. Each day seems so happy
If we live our life full of wonder.

And here I am with an urge
To pack my backpacks and hit the bleary trails.
Through patience which I built with time
And lavishly grown inside my heart
To be set free in the wild.

8. Nature is always an unerring cradle of inspiration.
However, I was compelled and waited too long indoors.
With an audacious call, I now breakdown the walls.
Filtering my thoughts and emotions-----
I put my boots on and shed my old skin too
To walk away from the neonside of the asphalt jungle
And just to be set free in the wild.

15. To know how it feels; "To be set free in the wild"
I follow the sunlight as it falls on hills and meadows.
I lie on the moors, gaze up the sky and say:
Let my mind expand into its commodious,
Let an infinite sky awake a sky inside my mind.
I sit right by the river and mingle with its ceaseless flow.
Moreover, I stand by the waterfall to purify my soul with its healing laughter.

22. Soon, I begin to glee, illuminate with every joy and be awake at all moments.
The gaze becomes the very gaze of compassion.
The river builds the wisdom channels inside my mind.
The waterfall makes me even more peaceful and tranquil.

The more I experience this freedom, the more I stay vigilant
In a place which I call an intimate sacred space.
And I am precise to be set free in the wild.

29. I now am chemist of my own bliss.
I derive the strength from the unshakable hills and cliffs.
To wait for my patience to shine.
The exhausted mind is calm with an ease
Into the nature which I call simple paradise where freedom calls.
Above all, its time to run and leave and my things behind
To wonder with my freedom which is free to find in the wild.

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