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May 20, 1969 The N. C. Essay Page 5 ON FREEDOM What is freedom, liberty, independence? Is it being unrestricted? If so - complete freedom is impossible. "Do the difficult now. But take a while on the impossible." This is my quest — To develope immortal Love and Peace. To cut the rope — and be free. A Little maddness is good — But respect Freedom and Humanity. To form my own ideas. And to lesten to all opinions. To keep an open mind. To serve — but not slave To be myself — free thinking. To understand freedom. To let all be free — to climb the walls. And to swim the moats. Not to slowy disipate in the mist. To march into Life (or out of it) With a Purpose A purpose thats free. Jut'Lan Eubanks A stilted goodby mother of infinite tears when one is alone pleading Overwhleming bitterness born with cruel tearing asunder of friends when one wanders alone in the wind crying Crippling frustration growth of lack of understanding when one struggles alone screaming Celia Sparger Look through the window-pain of your mind Let the summer pour liquidly around your face —Let it caress you — this summer is my gift to you Will you wear it on your sun-rained curls Honey-suckled sweetly Round the edges of your thoughts Sandal-soot, sidewalk songs Starched and stiffened Sunday memories Thrashing across your love-stained pillow Glassed in dreams Cathedral - cased hopes Time dancing restlessly Shattering your slumber Libra Lad come my way Heather-clad and tear-torn by Tony Sparger In my life I stopped pursuing and remembering it - let it floWj they told me ... live, and live and that's all - everything please sit by me hut hear your own heart Taste your breath And reaoh out across a paradox with faith and take the rose I love you Tom Cavano Wander in the cold white pools of morning The dogs are liaking all the doves bathing in the light my flowers gold and white Of a million sought time loves speaking in the leaf tonegue whisper drying where and why knowing dawn and yes and now They smile in the puddles That dances on the window panes That childrens fingers quietly engrave on the mist of time Lynne Hedricks As the evening lamp Lights this parchment The scripture pours the too long awaited words. The girl is Sina. and I know her as the ocean a vast sea of searchable mystery Who is found only in the galaxies of climbed mountains giving notice to the lonely moon. I don't cause disturbance For she studies the moon's surface Searching for its wonders (Wrapped in desire, like any poet, to write well of it) I am satisfied to watch this maiden of her description, Seeing the moon's breeze caress her face giving desire for Life. Accident snapped branches, destracting her. Ask me to leave; for which I quiet, continuing to watch. I am patient very patient. For I studied the moon surface, and know when she turns to find words of moon poetry She as I saw, will know the lonely moon Must be shared.
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