At sunrise,

I am baptized in the Infinite Ocean of Love.

At midday,

I sit on my cushion and disappear into Emptiness.

By nightfall,

I have climbed the eight limbs

To rest in Shiva’s bosom.

And that’s not the end of it.

No, not the end of it.

Sometimes I am up at midnight,

And if you peek inside the window of my soul,

You will likely see me

Whirling nonstop to the instruments of Love.