Shame.

Past yourself forget the light, things look dirty when it's on. Funny how it comes to pass, that all the good slips away And there's no one around you can remember being good to you

Shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you And open up more Shame, shame, shame

What we lost here is something better left alone Second steps have been forgotten, will you tell me how they go? Set yourself, situate, like a fool try again! There's no one around you can remember being good, for you

So Shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you And open up more Shame, shame, shame

We never thought we'd get so troubled. We could never think that much. It should never get this BAD

So let the wind blow ya, across a big floor But there's no one around who can tell us what we're here for Funny in a certain light, how we all look the same And there's no one in life you can remember ever stood, for you, so Shame.

Letting Go

Letting Go


All growing is changing
from one state to another.

Leaving a world behind,
entering the fear of the unaccustomed;
of colors that don't blend,
of holy words that jar,
of fractures that give rise to visions.

We have left one realm
but have not arrived at the other.
We have given up one safety
but not gained another.
Above the gazing crowd
the trapeze artist lets go of her swing,
and then, if her timing is right,
seizes the other swing,
without asking time to stop for her.
That is the flight into growth.

That is the changeover
in which we experience out nakedness
to the point of hurting.
But there is no real growth without leaping,
without burning bridges
and standing wide-eyed and shivering
on a new shore.

And yet without growth there is nothing.

-Ulrich Schaffer