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