knowing not from where i came
or to where i am going, in confusion
i called the freedom to wash feet
of another my servitude
now lying naked with more naked
whom i freely choose lettingthem freely caress my sensitive
spots i embrace enslavement
my being is blind to the line
dividing freedom that comesfrom embracing a responsibility
but with joy and pleasures, lust
09.08.2012
3 comments:
In its original sense, lust is nothing more than becoming overwhelmed by the instincts of sensual pleasure, passions. But who at some time or another do not be overwhelmed by passions. Sensual pleasure is necessary in our lives. So where is the boundary between the freedom to seek a right that we have and slavery of being tied to this right. The answer may not be in the act itself, but may be the consequences of these acts. And here we enter the realm of ethics as Mario mentioned in previous comment.
The poem brings an exciting topic because it addresses sexuality, sensuality, and other feelings that are tightly controlled by society.
The fine line of ethics, the freedom to choose, the dimly ability to measure the consequences...how can one, after all, learn from one's own experiences without facing the potential for mistakes? Or without facing the mistakes and finding where the line is drawn by experiencing and observing and thinking by its own? Who is there to judge and destroy without further consideration what the other built in its own heart by living through its own choices and consequences the decisions freely chosen? To whom does belong the moral ruler that measures another life as if there was only one right way to live for everyone and nothing left to learn but following in blind obedience?
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