Let the whirlpool of this moment become a stream, and let the stream become a raging river, and let the river flow into the ocean, and realize that the very thing you were fighting against was not separate from that vast intelligence we call Life. It was only an intelligent cry for complete attention. Water (consciousness) can take any form - whirlpools, lakes, canals, rivers, oceans - for it is all there is. Resistance is futile, when you are everything. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. Now is the only path. The wound contains all the medicine. This is love beyond the speaking of it.