Let It Go

Let it go

I don’t know

What to let go

And what to let grow

I’m sure there’s things

That I have outgrown

Things I’ve burned

And things I’ve owned

Many things

From the past

Some decay

And Some they last

many seeds that never sprout

some they grow

some dye in drought

Many hopes

Left unfulfilled

A few that bloom

A few were killed

As autumn falls

Upon this land

The dead trees fall

The live ones stand

Let it go

I don’t know

What to let go

And what to let grow

I’m sure there’s things

That I’ve outgrown

Hey things I’ve burned

And things I’ve owned

Let it go

I don’t know

What to let go

And what to let grow

I’m sure there’s things

You know, sometimes burning things

Can be a real freeing thing

One of my favorite things to do

Is to make a really nice piece of artwork

And then throw it in the woodstove

It’s a very freeing feeling

It’s kind of like the Tibetan monks

When they work on that sand mandala

For weeks and weeks

And then they just lower it down into the river

Watch it wash away

Let it go

I don’t know

What to let go

And what to let grow

I’m sure there’s things

That I’ve outgrown

Things I have burned

And things I’ve owned