A Self Outworn AMY HINDMAN NOVEMBER 1996

I used to feel that I belonged – to a family – with my man
part of a clan
but now somehow I’ve outgrown the form
shattered images of a self outworn . . .
suspended somewhere between here & there

CHORUS:
Life is a process of learning to let go . . . or struggling,
suffering through another show . . .
the Buddhists say attachment is the cause of all sorrow . . .
so I pray that I may with all my soul . . .
perfect the art of letting go

The more I grow I leave behind dear loved ones that I know . . . the love still felt deep within my soul . . .
leaving is painful . . . this I know . . .
yet I have many new seeds to sow . . .

CHORUS
Life is a process of learning to let go . . . or struggling,
suffering through another show . . . 
the Buddhists say attachment is the cause of all sorrow . . . 
so I pray that I may with all my soul . . . 
perfect the art of letting go

Here within this empty space . . .
formless, floating, scared without a trace. . .
direction uncertain, path unknown
with the faith of a child, I will be shown

Shiva . . . the Lord of the Dance . . . the Hindus say he reminds
to let go of that which binds that we hold onto
what within me must die so I may fully live . . . 

CHORUS
​Life is a process of learning to let go . . . or struggling,
suffering through another show . . . 
the Buddhists say attachment is the cause of all sorrow . . . 
so I pray that I may with all my soul . . . 
perfect the art of letting go