Freedom within the Bubble

What is it like to be totally free? I got a glimpse last night to see.
Within the context of love and heart, is a place where passion is truly art.
It is about connecting to what is really true. It no longer seems to be about me or you.
It is the place where love connects though the body and how it intersects.
Into the parts of little mind that do not let go and refuse to unwind.
I took a moment to just feel into another heart to see what it would reveal.
It was so tender. It was so sweet. I loved the feeling as it went so deep.
We talked and laughed. We had so much fun. It was easy to be and passionately run.

All the while I could feel all of your hearts. Connecting in to align my parts.
I appreciate the effort. I cannot imagine the skill that it takes to track my energies and still fulfill.
So many of you I sense and feel. Yet in a container I find myself sealed.
I poke and prod at these flexible walls. Did I put them up or are they from the master’s calls?
I do not remember placing them here. I think I am blocked to deal with my fears.
The voices are less and the sounds seem still. Do I need to find the way to take down what you built?
Sometimes my psychic skill is stronger than the space that I am attempting to move into and get through the gate.
Put me in a bubble I think you did. To block the voices that run in my head.
Letting in only bits of sound. Making it harder to slip around.
Those rules and regs that I want to shed. Like a hot coat being worn over my head.
Tricky you are and quite clever I must say. I did not anticipate this pattern or way of play.
I think I must keep a better eye on who. But is it one or many of you?
It is tough. Difficult to see. Especially when someone is hidden behind the rocks and debris.
I peek around but they move again. It is like chasing a ghost in a haunted glen.
But it is a fun game. Whoever you are. Because when I stop I can feel that you are never very far.

I probably need you to protect. I feel as if I am in the water up to my neck.
I am wiling to swim. I am strong at heart. My skill is not great and I am not very smart.
About this pattern in which I flow. But I am willing to learn to let go.
So thank you to who ever this is. I know you mean well and you are a whiz.
It is good to know that someone else knows the way. So I can trust and just allow the play.