Surrender

carved and gouged,
by stabs and tugs
of fast-changing winds
across space and time,
I stand
as myself
with gaping holes,
head up,
shoulders stretched,
eyes and chest open,
unflinching
at the marriage
of pain and joy,
opening myself
to all of life;
and I let the wind
take me
like a lover,
as he hums and sings,
engulfs and flows
through every pore,
skins peeling off
effortlessly,
ah, the ecstasy
in sweet surrender!