I am not the owner
of the questions

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I did not plant the flowers

But the world cultivated them

The beauteous flowers do not belong to anyone

Are butterflies so possessive of the pollens even just the grains?

Will bees cling on to the nectar till the end of time?

I can comprehend these because I live in the world

Yet I do not own the world

It is the world that owns me

The soil never complain

Even when I stomp on it too harshly

The water do not despair being washed in with dirty scurf

The fire element burns to give me strength

The cool wind breezes, nourishing the life within me

The breath within my body is life

The wind that blows from the ocean is life.

Building me up from the ground

The earth is life

Wherever there is soil, there is life

I do not own the flowers

It belongs to the world

I believe that the world is the owner of lives

and the world is life

The universe owns lives,

and the universe is life

…

Lives are often led to having ownership.

Things that are own are not free.

Therefore, life is not free

So what is freedom?

Is the heart free?

Is the heart life?

Is the heart closely connected to life?

Is life separate from the heart?

Does life owns the heart?

Can life contains the heart?

Can the heart commands life in every moment?

Can my heart dictates others lives?

Can my heart commands other people’s hearts?

…

If it cannot be commanded

then it cannot be owned

When careless, the mischievous heart desires traveling far and wide.

Without an owner

Can things that are not owned be free?

Are things that are not owned palpable?

What is true freedom really?

Oh, what a wonderful question