Mystical Freedom

I walked by the river yesterday listening to the ripples, just being one with the flow. My feet were dancing with the wind in sheer ecstasy of freedom. The waters in me, I am in the waters, steadily and gently moving, laughing and bouncing against the rocks and bends just within the limit of the banks, freely yet not too free and freeing yet accepting. It can be that life can flow with freedom according to the limits of this imperfect world. Yes, there is nothing noble than being free to be. There is nothing so freeing than knowing I can always be free if I choose to and I can always love and care, serve and be happy in this world, while enjoying the mystical freedom and contemplation of the next.