Hold a fist so tight.
Feel that, that is control.
Now let it go, just as fierce.
Feel that, that is freedom.
The Sanskrit word for freedom is Mukti.
It only happens when we have held on too tight, or when something has held on to us too tight.
No matter who did what, hold a fist, and let it go.
It was just an energy.
You had to feel one, to know the other.
And two opposite forces just got together, to make the snow fall down tonight, in freedom.
As I drive up this mountain.
This mountain that both holds me tight and releases me.