Hurl yourself from height in trust for comfort shall befall
Take not your life but let it go
The suit remains in person but release ye clothes
From within
Thrill of submission
When you are presented before Him
Held by the thread that binds your essence to your skin
Hooked state demands humility, hanging in need of Him
Weight stakes ones loftiness to lowly state,
Buckle, give way and witness ground; your crown fixates
Rush! Sparks through skin and senses reverberate
Euphoria hits, drown with bliss as ego vacates
Realisation that all serves The Lord of the Lands
Choose guidance over self, align with your plans