Group 5

We have emancipated ourselves from slavery This the result of our ultimate bravery Yet we confuse slavery with captivity. Though unchained, in a sane reality We are slaves to the law of gravity. In olden days slaves were bound in chain In their toil they endured so much pain So much effort only for their master's gain In hindsight though, it was all in vain And nowadays we consider them insane. Yet nowadays we strive, work, and toil With much effort seeking results in our spoil Our possessions we guard in golden foil Joy unborn, our life a light out of oil And in the end we are seeds, sown in soil. Captivity uses thick iron chain Spirit of slave with fear will drain; Slavery like gravity will ingrain Self-delusive, false freedom in our brain, Invisible leash, we consider sane.

I haggled in the bazaar Playing this game bizarre For a nickel or a dime I would spend much time My friend asked me why With such conviction I try To gain a nickel or three What is it gaining me? I told her when in Rome Make a Roman your home This is the way of the East Let me experience this feast Nickel or dime matters least I learn the nature of the beast. This way I understand How their lives they command. She said but you and me Compassionate should be A dollar here or there Matters not at all where You and I our living earn But their lives it may turn. First I told my friend Compassion is just a trend For without understanding Compassion, a hollow ring, Glorified puppy love Far from heavens above; But true understanding Compassion will too bring. Reflected later on Went beyond duality And knew thereupon A new reality. A wisdom that was innate With my mind resonate I saw haggle or give Are just two ways to live Same coin different side Each will one side abide For in reality This is just duality Each is a game of life One is husband one wife. For if life is just a dream No matter which stream We avoid or traverse That path we'll curse or nurse We can experience both Neither of them need we loath And thus we transcend Both means and end.

For my retirement I saved some cash For a rainy day in my mind away stash. Before I retired came a rainy day Yet in my mind there was not a way That I was willing to use my nest egg Would be more content to go out and beg. Then it dawned on me what was the reason Of saving money for a rainy season; When the rains come, use that money Then save some more, when it is sunny.

All my life I slaved away So one day I'd be free, Finally the answer to my prayer My life over, to death flee. Hope of freedom is slavery Freedom is here, now, if it ever be.

This trip of mine I now see Unbeknownst to me set me free. Chandeliers, curtains of lace Kerosene lamps, walls black face Different looks, different place Matter not in time and space. The experience of human race Moving slow or fast pace Is all the same, so embrace Love and wisdom, divine grace. This trip of mine I now see Unbeknownst to me set me free.