The elusive

Oftentimes,
I read.
Words woven
as stories, ideas,
beliefs.

Knowledge,
a cage.

My eyes look at the stars,
My feet feel the dewdrop;
with the organs within,
without, I live every
moment of life,
in its highs and lows. 

But I know
the elusive truth,
beyond all bondage
lies beyond books,
nature trails, and tales
of birth and death.