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Aquamarine sky, rustling of transparent wings ... it flies .. Butterfly, which is lighter than fluffs. She never knew neither old age nor troubles. And then the legs stuck in something viscous ... Web .. a jerk .. still a breakthrough .. calm. "And here it’s not bad, the sunset is so beautifully bumping, and the spider is still far away ..." So we got into this world. So we choose: freedom or death

This is the story of the home.

Hi, how do you live in a cage?

High rent?

It is strange that we pay for lack of freedom, right?

For one -room, two -room, three -room lack of freedom ...

We were taught to inhale the smoke of poisonous grass,

Drink dead water, and even pay for it.

We were taught not to hear and not see.

Why don't they teach us to love and fly?

After all, we all want one - to be happy,

And in imprisonment, we lose ourselves.

***

Drawing Mayan signs on the walls of his prison, ancient seals ...

More wiser than the mind, which only needs what is nice.

They will help me get out of here ...

I look through the bars on the passers -by running past. I know by myself: you are not given peace of small momentary desires ...

We, as unintelligent children, reach for trinkets sparkling in the sun, multi -colored wrappers, screaming luxury displayations. The form is important to us, not the essence. Appearance, not a heart. At some point, it seems to us that the brilliance of cheap jewelry is the light of truth.

Bright lights everywhere ...

But what color to choose?

And so we were lost in the infinite diversity of this vain world: our legs are tired, scooping bracelets roam the wrists, the unparally candy wrappers slammed our heads ...

Peace, are you really a deceiver?

***

Well, let's sit on the track? Last time, looking at his comfortable prison?

Where am I going to ask ..? You know, I was inside the crown of the statue of freedom in the heart of the ancient world, on the tops of the Great Mountains and in the arms of spacious fields, in the nights and on social racks, in water and in the sky ... And the sense?

After all, like a lion from a zoo, I traveled in my cage. And these trips as someone else's photo album: carnival of colorful paintings - nothing more ...

I need another movement. I'll go deep. Into the depths of yourself.

White wind, help me!

***

You can dream of a world revolution, but never quit a humiliating work

You can broadcast on TV about freedom and fraternity, but never understand what it is

Freedom from whom? And for what?

You know, I'm an architect of my captivity

The walls of my prison are blinded from my own deception

I myself came up with this cage to become the best in it

And handcuffs: on one wrist greed, on the other - envy, and the overseers are my doubts

I am sure - the kindest and most honest thing I can do for this world is to be able to become better, constantly study

Freedom is knowledge

***

Come with me! I am leaving away from noise and crush. I'm looking for peace. From the city packed in the smoke into the infinity of the fields. Here I will meet myself. I will realize that my body is a spaceship. And I myself - a small luminous particle; The pilot, lost in the infinity of the galaxies. My mission will return home. How? Only my captain knows. And I don’t remember him at all, but he is the master of everything. He is everything. Creator, show me the way! You are self -accommodating freedom.

***

Imagine that you live in a world where there is no time. You do not get old and joy in the heart does not end. Around you beautiful creatures woven out of love and kindness. Glinical creatures rule this country. Everyone communicates with him as an equal. For some, he is a friend for whom a lover, and for whom a child. However, he is the most perfect. Initially.

And suddenly you begin to envy him. If you want to become the same powerful. Start a solo career).

Where sincerity reigns, there is no place for such feelings. And the ruler fulfills your desire: he takes you to the illusory world. It is temporary - just a shadow, a fake. But here you yourself can be a master and do everything that you like