The wave that holds to itself crashes on the shore; all power lost, dissipated. When the water in the wave turns toward its source it becomes the ocean. One spark can light the fire that consumes the wood.
Oh, my Love, my Divine; if you have created all out of yourself, then I who thinks, who perceives as separate, apart, must be of You also; only I do not know it, experience it. Why, my Greater, Being of Love? I can only hold myself or put me in Your arms of love. Raise me, and guide me, my Love. Lift me from me, this falseness of identity. I give all to You: my breath, my heart, my life, my being. Consume me, my only source and sustenance. With no thought of self, do with me as you will and raise me from the world of two.
Action then comes of what is needed. Freedom to do what there is to be done.
He then does as I call him to do: like a suit of clothes, like a tool of my love.