And trying to pull myself up
I have just realized,
I have been underwater for a very long time
I feel like your love is a rope
that I have held on to,
which is pulling me out of quicksand
I have come to rely on this love.
To save me from the illusion
I present to myself about reality.
And when you say,
lets sever this cord,
I feel I am grasping at another thing to hold on to.
As lost as I am, as long as I hold
that this connection is through you,
I will not know the difference.
Cut these cords. Cut these ties that bind us.
I am not blind,
I can see the way from within.
Then again, I feel deep into myself.
Into the eternal self. Who knows no boundaries
across dimensions and times.
This eternal self gives me a cord,
which connects me deep deep deep
into the eternal nature in now.
I find this deep source was within me always.
And I have been simply playing the game.
I am released. From all attachments
when held into the connection with
This game that lasts forever. Dancing.
I’ll know you were only a reflection
of this eternal source.
You are not the source.
I’ll not expect you to be.