May I choose freedom over form
Form is empty. Emptiness is form
And all things are the same
Neither this nor that
Neither good or bad
Neither ugly or beautiful
For the illusion of separateness
Usefully breaks the unbroken
Continuity of consciousness
To give names and labels is to
Dissect and discriminate the whole
To choose one over the other when
These labels you give to yourself
Are only flexible summaries
Of inflexible characterisations