What are the chances our consciousness-drop has of becoming the Ocean,
But through the mercy of Self's radiance?
How can we begin to see that brilliance,
But through a heart purified by love's fire, a mind cleared by its light?
What then can our imprisoning veils do but peel away,
Exposing ego-mind's soft underbelly?
Perhaps it can then submit and be of service,
Reconstructed, reconstituted, relinquished, released.