love as freedom

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S: The religion of love is freedom.

A: Who says? Love is a golden cage.

S: If you search for freedom you find love.

A: You think yourself a philosopher of love?

S: I am the poet. And the lover.

A: How can love be freedom?

S: I have been in love with the stone. I am no longer. I see what the stone is. I thought the stone had a heart. It does not. It is inflexible. Rigid and hard. The stone is without love?

A: And love?

S: Love is like water. We love to bathe in the water. She changes her states like the Mother Goddess. She is change and flexibility. Where you clash against the stone and almost break, water embraces and soothes you.

A: Can you handle the flood and destruction of the water?

S: Let love destroy. We will be reborn in love. Love is free and wild. She has no faith. She is neither Hindu or Muslim. She has not wealth or poverty. Black and white are there in love, all shades in between. She does not lick the boot of power. However much those full of hate guard against her, she triumphs. Because those that hate are in bondage. They are slaves. She is free. She is the Revolution.