i did not choose this path. it has chosen me. i pushed at the edges -- yes, repeatedly, yet ever a great Hand set me once again upon this narrow way. others' opinions have no hold on me now, for a greater One already has shaped me to be uncommon. no matter. You are here, my dear Companion on this trip, Lord Shiva. You have seized me firm in the grip of Your love, held me to this path. i care not for the demands from the other paths. You, Shiva, are with me. You do not release Your hand from holding mine. all else falls away as does the ripe melon from the grasping vine. i remain with You.