They ignite my hands to dance the ivories and my feet to stomp a rhythm. Love is truly freedom. True freedom is love. The freedom of love is the truth. (Welcome to Bohemia). I keep my hair long, and my body clean as signs of peace. I sleep when I'm tired and laugh when I'm happy as signs of freedom. These are love. Love is the freedom of truth. Freedom is the love of truth. Truth is the love of freedom. To be love is to be free and true. To be truly free.
The princess has left the dungeon, left the tower, escaped the dragon, burned the house down, built a garden in its place. She grows now where she once was repressed. She has sprouted wings. She's flown the coup. She's gone, she's with the big G, the One.
the truth of love is freedom
the truth of freedom is love
the love of truth is freedom
the love of freedom is truth
truth is the freedom of love
Lesson 12: Love is the freedom of truth.
