I and my Father are One

The poet

You’re free as the bird, and the bird flies in freedom. Yet there’s a system to its flying. There’s a system inborn within them that during winter months they would fly in a different direction, and summer months in another direction. That kind of freedom we are talking about. That inside you, you know just what to do. And you do it right, if you are free. Therefore in Sanskrit there’s a word, the Jivanmukta: to be liberated while you are still in the body. Not after you are dead. That liberation does not matter. We want liberation here and now. That’s what a poet does, he’s liberated in his poem where he flies to the higher skies and he goes down to the lowest depths.