My teacher is the Infinite Ocean of Love.
I have melted away inside my teacher.
When my teacher flows,
I am still;
I make wakes;
Whatever my teacher does,
I must follow.
Except that doing and following happen as one.
There is no flowing after flowing;
No stillness after stillness;
No making waves after making waves;
And no love after love.
There is only what my teacher does,