May I swim in the ocean of Brahmin
May I grow in the soil of the Oneness of life
May I fly in the sky, beyond you, beyond I
And climb off of the wheel, turning low turning high
To embrace all the worlds, from samsara to nirvana

Neither seeking nor avoiding
Neither guessing nor denying
Neither reaching towards peace
Nor indulging in strife

For I stand firm in the presence
Of the bare-naked moment
As she kneels down before me (as I bow down before her, she . . )
And gives birth to this life