Saturday, August 29, 2009

Skin me

Skin me. Use your
paring knife, a carrot peeler,
the tool is immaterial, as long as
it gets the job done.

Skin me. Strip off
the layers of ego, of self,
of desire for what in delusion
I think that I need.

Skin me. Reduce me
to that which is real and is yours.
I'll sing as I bow to your will,
I'll stoop as I cede you my soul,
I'll sever my ties to what is not you

as you eat me alive.


Paul said...

OG, this is beautiful and so genuine.
Tell me software doesn't read blogs, Word Verification sindomm ;)
Love and warm hugs,

nancy said...

shivers..I can feel the peeler running down my mind.
Wonderful, simple and wonderful.