They called her Liberty —
she, the one who was free to love
free to be herself
free to accept herself
and free to run and play in the waves
People were jealous of Liberty —
why couldn’t they be happy like her?
Why were they trying to conform to others’ wishes?
Why couldn’t they be themselves?
Liberty was too busy enjoying her life
to even know their problems were going on.
She was a sensitive soul but also naïve —
she just assumed they were people who loved to complain.
One by one these people fell or died by the wayside
with a mysterious illness
No one could account for it
until a wise person came into their midst
He noticed people had shriveled up hands
and bitterness-filled hearts.
Then he made a connection:
those who did not want liberty and freedom
made their lives a living hell.
Those who clung to their favorite notions
could not open up their hands to receive a better life.
Liberty girl, in contrast, was so happy —
and that is because she was able to receive.