ATTACHMENTS

There is a Higher Consciousness to gain,
In which state human beings grow wholly sane.
Unfortunately, this condition’s rare,
Since there’s so much in us that needs repair.

Our bodies suffer countless maladies;
Our minds are ever subject to disease;
Our hearts grow hard and cold and often ache;
Our sleeping souls but dream of being awake.

So how then can we raise our consciousness
Beyond our normal level of distress,
Mending in us and straightening all that’s bent,
Rising from darkness to enlightenment?

Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go,
Let go, let go, let go, let go—then O!

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