The Body Says to the Soul:
Do not preserve me,
For I am here to be used
Like a friend , or a tool,
Or a vessel.
Put me down.
Throw me about.
Fill me up with your words,
For I have nothing of my own.
If I scratch,
It is because I have been near you.
If I stain,
It means you have lived in my presence.
Carry me with you.
Leave me when you are done.
Abandon yourself to my emptiness, but
Do not preserve me.
by Akiva Hersh