Burning... burning.... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Helpless, tossed about, waking once every few days and feeling myself and my shakti faded, asleep, covered with dust from miles of bad bad bad road.
I remember every time I yearned my whole life, the many faces and forms of The Beloved that I ached for, the memories coming up, pushing my thoughts aside.
Perhaps only my Beloved can save me.
My Beloved as Shree Guru.