I want it, I want it.
Its a human thing.
To hold it tight,
This unlimited yearning
Never want to let it go
We hold it tight
Our fear to lose it,
makes us fight
But time moves on,
as clock ticks by.
Nothing is permanent,
Its natural to born and die
Everything has a beginning,
and so has its end.
There is nothing we can do.
Nothing in our hand.
The only way out,
is to let go.
The people we love,
the things we know.
Have you ever seen a tree
crying in grief?
When autumn steals away
Its precious leaf.
Can we be like the rose plant?
That smiles back and let go.
it's precious flower, so dear
Without a hint of woe
Even the river that flows,
is never the same.
Mixing with different tributaries,
Leaving behind what it once claimed.
To let go,
is the way of life.
Its hard and challenging.
It cuts like a knife.
Every moment of it,
Excruciating pain.
Every thought of it,
makes you go insane.
Probably because ,
We don't want to change.
To start over afresh.
A fear unknown and strange.
But there is no other way,
You got to understand.
We are just a part of this.
A design, so grand.
So, let go that moment,
that's stuck in your mind.
Of hatred and negativity,
and of feelings unkind.
Don't hold it back, let go,
Feel the pleasure when you give.
Abundance is a process of letting go,
Only that which is empty can receive.
