I am baptized in the Infinite Ocean of Love.
I sit on my cushion and disappear into Emptiness.
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.