I will chop off my head,
There will be nothing left of me but ears,
To capture all you said,
I will erase every trace of me,
Aren't I amazing?
Submerged in water that's ever-flowing,
There are no goals at which I am gazing,
I will bring you closer to god for naught,
Arms extended upwards,
For whatever comes I will be grateful,
I've put away all swords,
All, just for you,
I have let myself go,
Pure receptivity of what you have,
Loosing what keeps one from becoming whole.