What is it to surrender self to Self,
But a process of exposure, of nakedness?
Though we may be drawn by Truth,
Might not the false in us try to cover up and hide?
Though we may be drawn by Love itself,
Might not our self-absorbed parts fear and tremble?
Maybe it's worth a try submitting to this self-shedding,
For we might really gain by losing what we never truly had.