Sitting back in my Johnnie Chair...

I have never felt so open. I am a field, an expanse of blue sky, a book the size of the world lying flat on a table it's pages exposed and empty, gleaming white….
Freedom has never meant so much to me. In the past to be free, in my mind, one simply had to avoid jail cells or the timeout chair. I never thought that freedom actually existed, that someone could actually be outside, or above, or without the restrictions set on us all by the world.
The restrictions of thought, of attitude, of direction seem to be built into us, the foundations of our very person seemed to be created by them. We are constantly told that we can only climb so high, learn so much, be this or that kind of person. Specialize, specialize, specialize! Is the call from our superiors and teachers. Learn a trade, a science, a profession and do that and that alone. Be somebody.
But here you don't have to be somebody, you don't have to be anybody, you simply have to be aware. We aren't told how to dig into the feast of Truth that lays banqueted on the table before us all. Sitting back in our Johnnie Chairs we never touch our forks, nor lay a finger on silver spoons, and yet we are filled, though never full. We do not gorge the supply of knowledge by filling our own plates, stuffing our own mouths, trying desperately to consume every morsel of it before one another. It is not a race, it is not a competition, the only person who will starve is the person that wants to put all that beautiful food inside them, where it will be ingested and turned to shit.
We share the droplets of water sliding down the curves of grapes freshly washed and do not dry them. We admire the platters upon which mounds and mounds of desserts are piled on but do not lift them. We share all this food without passing a plate, or cutting a turkey. You can not have your cake and eat it too. You can not eat your freedom… nor can you have it. You simply must be.