![]() ![]() The first true poets who sang songs that sprung from their heart when they saw the abundance of joy that was given to them. And when she is born from her own self every night, it is these minstrels who sing songs of her incarnation. She speaks through her musical minstrels, who convey her message to the whole universe and listen to the words of her subjects. And like a true queen, freedom does speak to her people. The river is her sceptre, the breeze her royal seal, fire her army and the sky her palace. Morning is her throne, afternoon her royal court and evening her zenana. And just as the twinkling maids withdraw her dark veil, the dawn of freedom, that golden child pokes her head out, the gilded rays stretching and embracing the universal mother.įreedom is a queen from the time she is born. Through the night she labours, tossing in her sleep. As dusk falls, the universe's breasts swell with the milk of pure love as her womb grows heavy. ![]() Evening makes love to the shy silent universe, filling her womb with nascent desire. Freedom is a child who is born with every passing day.
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