A Teacher Without Followers

My teacher is the Infinite Ocean of Love.

I have melted away inside my teacher.

When my teacher flows,

I flow;

Remains still,

I am still;

Makes wakes,

I make wakes;

And loves,

I love.

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,

Nothing follows.

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