Real freedom and real love is a realization of knowing

You can not hold someone without restraining yourself

Even only a strand of the thinnest thread

Still holds you to the other bound

Feeling that if broken allows the other to flee

Is only a fear that they may never again be held

Finally acknowledging that this can only be achieved

Through the severing of the last remaining strand

Worry no longer that your love may disappear for all time

But hope that they will return and relax again in your palm

Slice through that last remaining filament

Watch the other as they depart for places unknown

Knowing that both have been released from the limits set

One and the other now have been fully liberated

Feeling the return of souls set free as they nestle in a hand

Both souls now can truly be attuned without any boundaries

Real freedom and real love are a paradox you see
Without slicing the last filament neither can truly be