# Set out, towards the hometown of freedom!

There is a beautiful place\
That is the kingdom of the Greatest Creator\
The hometown of freedom\
Green mountains, clear waters,\
Warm and sunny all year around\
Flowers are blossoming\
covering on the hills and yards\
Streams flowing, spring tinkling\
Willows swaying, bamboos dancing\
Kingfishers flying\
Happy people singing loud\
Never need to struggle for survival

Ah! This charming land looks like a picture\
White clouds hanging over the mountains\
Colourful rainbow appearing and diminishing\
Winding paths and peeping green tiles\
Harmony and peace can be felt everywhere\
The free kingdom in my dream!

No stealing, no fighting\
No hurting, no gossiping\
No suspecting, no cheating\
No annoying noises\
Not even jealousy, comparison and complaints\
Everything exhibited in beauty

Run away from the prison of human nature\
Get away from the sufferings\
Life is a flash in the pan\
No need to attach to the annoying person or thing\
Not worthy to tangle in anything that limits freedom

Boss, wife or kids\
King, husband or brothers\
Whoever limits my freedom\
I will run away

Time is flying like a horse running across a fissure\
Which I can’t afford to waste\
When I am alive\
I should present my true self\
Rules, commandments, morals, dharma are not good\
As long as they are bondage

Let me live according to my own will\
    but within the law of nature\
As long as I don’t hurt nature, people and other life beings\
Whatever I do\
will please the Greatest Creator

Let me go for the free land\
when the sun rises in the morning\
Muddy road, strong storm\
wolves, tigers, cliffs\
will never stop me\
If I don’t have freedom\
Am I different from a living corpse?

Sweats, tears and blood droplets might be my company\
To get freedom, I’m not afraid to pay any price\
Even if my body is bruised\
and thorns are on the way\
Not to mention the secular gossips\
I don’t care people say I’m heartless\
I never want to have the tragedies\
people had before

I’m diligent, kind,\
and willing to devote myself for the wellbeing of others\
But will not accept anyone’s control, enforcement\
and attack on my soul\
I’m simple, innocent, and long for mutual respect and love\
But will not tolerant constant supervision and complaint

I will not live in a place my freedom is controlled\
I’m not willing to fight for power and money

and accompanied by people who are short-sighted

I am a pretty flower in the fairylandunsophisticated,I’m pure and elegantThe sky of my soul is so blueWithout little dust and stainLet the doctrines enslaving my soul go to the hellI’m only fascinated by the faraway picturesque and harmonious placeThat is my free hometown and where I will go\
Carry my small baggageHead forward, no longer look back,\
No more hesitation and wander,\
I’ve chosen the goal and direction\
Each step towards the magnificent splendor of life,\
Set forth\
towards that hometown of freedom!\
 

 2012/3/13