Saturday, March 04, 2017

Gut wrenches
Pain wants to be exteriorised
Be scraped off cells
And space between the cells.

In his presence within
Rests His reflection,
I observe 
As I ache to dissect
Chisel out all that's not 
My or mine as entity.

I reach to knife -
And hear the heart cringe
Stop!

To harm life
Was not for what 
You're born.

You've signed the vow
To let live 
Give, not take life.

The sentiment to serve 
In love is all you've 
To call your own.

This is your sole reason identity -
Rest all is perceived illusion
Of reality.

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