When the Mind Breaks Free

Unshackled now from doubt and fear,
It soars where stars and dreams appear.
No longer tied to earthly thread,
It drifts where only thought has tread.

Through veils of time, through silent space,
It moves with neither form nor face.
A breath, a flash, a lightning call—
It rises far beyond the wall.

The wall of “must,” the gate of “should,”
The cage of “never,” made of wood
Carved by hands not ours alone—
Tradition’s voice in hardened stone.

But now that voice begins to fade,
As sunrise cuts through twilight’s shade.
The mind, once bound in rigid schemes,
Explodes in fragments, birthing dreams.

And dreams give wings to deepest thought,
To truths long hidden, truths not taught.
A single spark becomes a stream,
A flood, a fire, a pulsing beam.

It travels through the soul’s domain,
Where wonder walks and breaks the chain.
It dares to ask, it dares to see
What lies beyond what “ought to be.”

No longer does it shrink or bow
To limits shaped by then and now.
Instead, it leaps from edge to sky,
Unfolding self, refusing why.

Imagination takes the wheel,
While reason learns again to feel.
Logic hums in harmony
With wonder’s soft epiphany.

The body still, the mind takes flight,
Through caverns carved in sacred light.
It journeys into quiet lands,
Where thought is shaped by unseen hands.

There, oceans swell with silent lore,
And stars are doors, not myths of yore.
Each atom hums a secret song,
And time itself flows not along.

Instead, it spirals, bends, and weaves
Through memories and fallen leaves.
It forms a path from thought to flame,
From spoken word to hidden name.

The mind, once trapped in narrow frame,
Now dances, wild and without shame.
It paints in colors never seen,
It sings where silence once had been.

The rules dissolve, replaced with flow—
With questions only depth can know.
What is the self? The soul? The spark?
What lights the candle in the dark?

And who decides what’s true, what’s not,
If all we are is mind and thought?
The mind unleashed begins to see
That truth is shaped by how we're free.

Free to wonder, free to stray,
Free to find another way.
To speak in metaphors and flame,
To strip the world of name and claim.

To see a tree and feel its soul,
To touch the wind and be made whole.
To look within and find the stars,
No longer bound by wounds or scars.

It asks not “can I?” but “why not?”
It reclaims all that time forgot.
The myths, the dreams, the silent signs—
The sacred voice between the lines.

With every breath, it climbs anew,
From ancient depths to skies of blue.
Each thought becomes a stepping stone
To places thought can go alone.

And yet, it is not lost in air—
It finds new ground, it plants with care.
For breaking free does not mean gone,
But finding where you once belonged.

The mind that breaks does not destroy,
But clears the dust to find its joy.
It does not burn the past away,
But builds with light a clearer way.

So let it rise, this boundless fire,
This quiet force, this deep desire.
Let thought be free, let questions live,
Let wonder take, and wonder give.

For when the mind breaks free at last,
It claims the future and the past.
It weaves them both into a thread
That guides the soul where it is led.

A lighthouse glowing in the sea
Of all that was and yet may be.
A beacon to the world inside—
The mind, once bound, now opened wide.

So if you feel the stir within,
A whisper soft beneath your skin,
Don’t fear the call, don’t close the door—
You are your mind, and so much more.