Category Archives: FREEDOM

I’ve never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It’s probably because they have forgotten their own. Margaret Atwood

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“I think, just the exhilaration of flying. The freedom of the air. The freedom of flight. And you completely remove yourself from the world. And you can voluntarily remove yourself from all those…everything that’s near and dear to you. And you voluntarily return.”


Let every bird sing its own note. Dan.

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“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”

― Stephen King,

Many littles make a mickle; the whole ocean is made up of drops.

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“Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.” – Loren Eiseley

Here comes your drunken marionette Dragging his mess of threads There at the bar pulling smoke to his lungs He says, “Who will ignore me when you’re gone?” THE WALLFLOWERS.

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Marionette, your dress is all wet
Did someone leave you outside in the rain,
Or is it the pain
That makes all the puppet tears
Roll down your cheek
Or does the roof leak?

Marionette, how could you forget?
I told you your bright shining varnish
Would peel
And how does it feel
With the bright rouge all faded and
The smile almost cracked
Now that you've come back?
Back to the toy shop by Brandenburg Gate
I hope not too late
'Cause my hands are much stiffer
Than they were when first I
Painted your eyes.

Marionette, no you're not finished yet;
I'll mend you and make you like new,
Paint your eyes blue,
And make you as young as I was myself,
And there on the shelf...
You'll sit till the Puppet Man
Comes round again.


I see my light come shining From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released , DYLAN




I see the world

Feel the chill
Which way to go
I see the words
On a rocking horse of time
I see the birds in the rain

Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I’ll ride the wave
Where it takes me
I’ll hold the pain
Release me

Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I’ll wait up in the dark
For you to speak to me
I’ll open up
Release me
Release me
Release me
Release me

A woman often walked In the garden all alone And when I passed along the linden-bordered road We almost talked.

Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)


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Japanese poem by Lady Koshikibu from Ogura 100 poems (early 13th century)

大江山 いく野の道の 遠ければ まだふみもみず 天の橋立

“By Oe Mountain / The road to Ikuno is far away, / And neither have I beheld / Nor crossed its bridge of heaven. .” 

The heron blames the water because he cannot swim.

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by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Better afield with the birds than hanging on lords.


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Pelicans, deliberations finished,
Glide on my wings.
It’s time to say: Until we meet again
To the palmtree shore.

What we saw – we saw,
What we heard – we heard – enough!
Twilight glides on pelican wings,
The sun sinks into the sea.

Leonardas Andriekus


Hey, bullies, ho, bullies, what have ye seen, Flying with the seagulls where the sea was green?

Cicely Fox Smith


FOTO – seagulls at bellwood nambucca heads

It was there that I found them:
the seagulls – the secret
of where they go at night.
Like snowfall on the road,
a tight-hooked rug of white fleece nubs:
no road, no verge, only birds.

Belinda Rule
Gestalt with Seagulls

We humans fear the beast within the wolf because we do not understand the beast within ourselves. Gerald Hausman

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Wolfs Gaze

the sight i see is of my own mind ,
not feeling as if it is in a bind.
i feel as though i’m free to be,
just free flying over  the trees.
my feet touch the floor as i look at whats around
this was all in my mind, even the grass on the ground.
i hear the birds chirping and making their own songs,
hearing their beautiful voices all along.
i freeze in my sport and stare at a wonder,
a beautiful white wolf just walking , no hunger.
we make eye contact and stare for a moment,
time is frozen, there is no movement.
i stare at this majestic beauty,
with no fear at all.
just amazement of the wisdom that i feel, like there is no wall.
as i fly back to myself i feel much more wiser,
the gaze of the wolf still all i wonder.

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“Be brave, little rabbit. Take a chance.” ― Cherise Sinclair, Breaking Free

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“One minute I’m just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute whazaam, I’m thinking. That’s a major drawback if you’re looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like ‘What’s it all about, when you get right down to it?'”

(Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures)

I think perhaps the most important problem is that we are trying to understand the fundamental workings of the universe via a language devised for telling one another when the best fruit is. Terry Pratchett

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“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
― Rumi

Home life as we understand it is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

George Bernard Shaw   Getting Married, preface,’Hearth and Home’.

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That sulphur-crested bird with great white wings,
The wise, harsh bird - as old and wise as Time
Whose well-dark eyes the wonder kept and closed.

Rosemary Dobson

For every bird there is this last migration. A D Hope

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“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.” 
― Stephen King,

We are puppets complete in their dark game Yet not a one among us knows their names – Annie Tennant

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“Because to take away a man’s freedom of choice, even his freedom to make the wrong choice, is to manipulate him as though he were a puppet and not a person.”
― Madeleine L’Engle

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Money is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets.

William Somerset Maugham

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The Horsham Times (Vic. : 1882 – 1954), Tuesday 28 February 1933,

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Break the rules. Find your freedom. Live your life.

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“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”

― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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Sunday Times (Sydney, NSW : 1895 – 1930), Sunday 22 November 1903,

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Emancipate yourself from mental slavery

A quote from Bob Marley, which means that in order for you to be truly free, you must not let others get inside your head and dictate how to live your life.

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Nothing but tolerance would change the course of her winds … Freedom, to unlock denial; freedom, that incorrigible weapon.

Vicki Viidikas

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The tiger takes the leap, the eagle spreads its wings.

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‘the cloud skin’ of ‘the oldest wedgetail in the world’ with a ‘string of men … resting on the eagles wing’


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Colonial Times (Hobart, Tas. : 1828 – 1857), Friday 22 November 1850

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The time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle.

But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me.

Have I done all to keep the air fresh?

Have I cared enough about the water?

Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom?

Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild’s fondness?

– Chief Dan George, Tsleil-Waututh (1899 – 1981)

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The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins. Ben Jonson




“Once I saw a chimpanzee gaze at a particularly beautiful sunset for a full 15 minutes, watching the changing colours and then retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for supper.”


― Adriaan Kortlandt

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The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.”

― Jana Oliver, Forsaken



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Man of the Forest

By Amy Harris
Aged 12

Wild and free, catapulting from branch to branch
Fury and adorable just like a hairy human baby
Tucked away in the muscular arms of its parents
Kept away, safe and sound from the predators that trespass their tangled terrain.

Far in the distance a noise echoes through the leafy, plain and plaited planks, billions of age
Metal machines and enormous engines roar through the depths of the Borneo jungle
Devastating deforestation and animal cruelty are the least worries on the loggers mind.

Tick by the clock and chop goes the tree Crashed and trashed to then plant palm trees
A dollar a dead as this land is cleared and then reuse to plant the palm tree
The orange palm seed is then crushed and mashed into an oil only to be used for facial boils
Chocolates, cheeses and crackers this oil is made into
It is all a big secret, which only pleases the greedy smiles, who own those millions.

As this peaceful family hide away in their tree
A hunter snaps a twig and alarms the mother of its young
But before she can blink a bullet as fast as lightning is released into the humid air of the jungle
As she inhales her last gulp of air, it has hit her rough skin
Then she leaves this terrifying world to sleep in her anger and rage.

Leaving the young an orphan, helpless and hopeless in the big wide world
As he clutches his mother, he is pulled and thrown into the cold box of bars he could now call home
Like a dungeon of deep darkness and death.

All he hopes, as it looks into the red eyes of its mother’s killer, is that one day his race will be saved
by someone loving and kind. Will that be you he asks?

Extinction is forever.

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Find ecstasy within yourself. It is not out there. It is in your innermost flowering. The one you are looking for is you. ~ Osho

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High-souled persons have only two states like that of a bunch of flowers; either they have to be on top of the whole world or they should wither away.

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 in jail
there is neither flower
nor wine

what is a poet to do
when the night is so exquisite?

from the window
i gaze at the moonlight

while through the bars
the moon gazes back
at me

by Ho Chi Minh
(translated by Joe Dolce)

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