I have this sense of watching these lives unfolding in their individual streams, yet converging in the great ocean of life. Having lived in community for four years myself, at Breitenbush Hot Springs, I have a sense of what it's like to roam the paths, in my case, or to roam the halls, in the case of this prison, with each person playing their role in the community. Inmates, officers, social workers, visitors, counselors, ministers, a yoga instructor. There is a whole village going on in the prison. When humanity learns this swimming, then ideas of self and other, of freedom and incarceration, begin to fall away.
Freedom is self-correcting.
For now, may we simply open ourselves to the possibility of this fluid freedom, and follow the deep calling home. Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make any sense.