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.

2 comments:

Paul said...

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

nancy said...

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