Sacrifice comes from the desire to purify
My mind made up,
I began quickly,
Cleaning with a determination.
I tore up my art and crumpled my poems
And set all curling into fiery tongues
And scrolls of carbon and thin black smoke.
When the ashes fell,
I felt the great burden released
I was cut loose from the crafted thing.
Regret might come later,
But now I reassured myself
It was only a material thing
A contrivance,
Clumsy encasements for an essence that has no form.
After a while the nature of this essence spoke up
And I spent a long time absorbing the insights.
Why did you throw so much away?
Do you detest yourself?
What good to make and destroy with no mercy?
Does this essence really have no form?
Perhaps my desire had no heart.
Perhaps purity lies in love,
And sacrifice, then, is obedience to generosity.
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