You are this delicate puddle that smells of damp rocks.
Give me a push...
You are this surging ocean of invisible karmas that pulls and pushes, falls on me, (again...), then trickles away under my guru's feet.
I see, and I hear... (Is she humming?)
You are her grace, gathering me up, knocking the dust off, weaving my karmas over and over into this sheerest veil of sighs.
Oh! I see through it, past it, see all of this consciousness... and know at last that I am all and none of it.
I close my eyes. I want it all as You.