Surrendering our false self takes real will,
A relinquishing of control that's a truly conscious act.
Such self-abandonment to the Beloved's whim is no small task,
Though taking place in an arena invisible to ego-mind's eyes.
What's to be abandoned but our self-absorption,
Our desperate refuge from love's fire that incinerates whatever isn't real?
And what's to be hoped for but a longing beyond all hopes,
The spark igniting the force that burns away mind's veils?