Free to soar

How strange

I had sought freedom in you through attachments cord,

for I could not see it in me no more.

Yet were I to string you up, I'd lose sight of what I saw.

How clouded my vision was, no wonder you would withdraw.

You reflected that hidden part in me that I had forgot, I thought it lost.

You see, my inner eye had been misted,

blind from my own freedom it became every so twisted .

So I sought it in another, which was you.

Yet you were a good teacher, and again I see true.

So I thank you.

How strange to seek that through attachment,

that which knows no strings?

Yet it is what I sought with an eye that was misted,

it all became ever so twisted.

But now I know, that I had always been free,

until I spun these cords that anchored me.

At this crossroad, here I cut all cords

and again, my spirit is free to soar.

Written by Sven Selle