I have seen the freest among you
Wear your freedom as a yoke and a handcuff
And my heart bled within me,
For you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom
Becomes a harness to you,
And when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal
And a fulfillment.
You shall be free indeed when your days
Are not without a care
Nor your nights without a want and a grief.
But rather when these things girdle your life
And yet you rise above them naked and unbound.
And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights
Unless you break the chains
Which bound you at the dawn of your understanding,
And have fastened around you at your noon hour?
In truth, that which you call freedom is the strongest of these chains
Though its links glitter in the sun
And dazzle your eyes
And what is it but a fragment of your own self
You would discard that you would become free?
If it is a care that you would cast off,
That care has been chosen by you
Rather than imposed on you.
And if it is a fear that you would dispel,
The seat of that fear is in your heart
And not in the hand of the feared.
All things move within your being
In constant half embrace
The desired and the dreaded,
The repugnant and the cherished
The pursued, and that which you would escape
These things move within you
As lights and shadows in pairs that cling
And when the shadow fades and is no more
The light that lingers becomes a shadow
To another light
And thus your freedom
When it loses its fetters
Becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom
So now I feel I comforted
That I viewed my responsibility as a new freedom
Because I chose it, and sought it, and won it.
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