A Poem to Yeshe Tsogyal

She is the raging storm, I am the dew on the grass.
She is the sun itself, I am the reflection from the prayer bowl.
She is the ocean and I am lost on her waves.
She is the flame, I am the the dry branch.
She is the night sky, and I am the cloud reaching higher.
She is the dawn and I am the comforted child.
She is the total.