I bathe in oil,
And lit a match,
To practice for hell.
I cut my eyes,
And saw the truth,
When I removed myself.
I turned a new leaf,
But still I perceive,
The same chlorophyll.
I put down the blade,
But the wind,
Still turns the mill.
I chose to be,
And still I choose,
Whenever I forget.
Opening up,
To reality,
When all terms are met.
Again I bathe,
This time in salt,
To purify a piece.
The one as whole,
The whole as one,
Until all thoughts cease.