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Letting go with Casados


A few years ago I saw the band Casados play at Labyrinth Press Co. in Jamestown, NY. Labyrinth is a local gem that hosts wonderful musicians from all over the world (really!) and tasty vegetarian food and coffee and tea delicacies.

In the midst of the shifting passage of time, I'd almost forgot about this beautiful song I heard played there called, "Letting go."

There is something so bittersweet about letting go.
Letting go can be a difficult task, but one that is required in order really hold on to the things that matter.

I've been holding on to something for a while now, and I think I've come to a place that if I ever hope in the hope to see it come to pass - that I need to release it. A wise teacher once told me, "You can push the river."
It's when I think I'm in charge, that I find I'm really not.
I need some time to wade in the waters of the river, instead of trying to direct it my way, in my time.

Why did it take me this long to see I've been trying to push the river?

I'm in my canoe, the canoe is in the water, but truth be told - you can't push the river.
(My adaptation of the Polish proverb, "Do not push the river, it will flow by itself."
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Take a listen to Casados - may they help you let go as well. You can order/download songs here.

Tangled strings weave knots into my soul
Twist and turn they fail to un·rav·el

Feel the pull
Take its toll

[chorus]
Cut this rope that’s holding us together
Years from now I’m sure we will see better
What’s so good it couldn’t last forever?
letting go, i know it will be better

Ashes formed, post embers burn out slow
From the fires that once inspired me so
And let me go, (this hand to fold)

[chorus]
Cut this rope that’s holding us together
Years from now I’m sure we will see better
What’s so good it couldn’t last forever?
Letting go, I know it will be better

Naked, there’s no more for you to see
Good and bad, you’ve seen all sides of me
Let you be. leave slow·ly

[chorus]
Cut this rope that’s holding us together
Years from now I’m sure we will see better
What’s so good it couldn’t last forever?
Letting go, I know it will be better

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