Sometimes ego-mind's props are gradually eroded,
Sometimes there's more than we're prepared to handle.
There could even be a cataclysm,
An avalanche wiping away all obstructions and debris.
Where's the give and take in this process,
If the Beloved's giving is comprised only of taking away?
And where does that leave this small dot of a self,
But on the very verge of starvation?