A plaything, a toy . . .

Thanks for the poem,

I love the topic - freedom - perhaps the single driving desire within humanity…
Strong topic to say the least.

I’m most readily appreciative in how you pointed out the habitual nature of trying to go beyond habit… there entails the trap that imprisons.

So what’s your take on the Game? I’m curious as to what it is you’re lighting up here?

~R

Ok, my opinion: This is a very poignant poem, coincidentally ringing true to my life.  My personal interpretation, that pursuing peace and “freedom”, like going to yoga class, and the such, is perceived, in our Western world, as a hobby…not a main career.  It is more socially acceptable, and not economically sound to pursue such things full time. We look for quick fixes.  And now, as is in my case, I am working long hard hours, so I can afford and save to open my own yoga studio business, and for what?  Where is the freedom, I am still in the rat race, fitting my hobby into my career, the pursuit for freedom and ease, makes more stress.  Rushing around….What is freedom?  Freedom to be whom?  Who am I?  Good questions.  No answers.

Great poem, straight to the point, with multiple interpretations.  Keep writing, your voice needs to be heard!

Great musing, friend!  Thoughtful beat and rhythm drive in your concise message.

I, too, am more curious as to the “game.”  Also, something worthy of remembering is that any endeavor upon which we partake, life and pursuits, especially something as precious as freedom, should not be something that we do, rather, something that we are.  Does a great one do art, or are they an artist?  Does a great one play music, or are they a musician?  Does a great one write poetry, or are they a poet?

Thanks so much for sharing.