Of all the numbers accounted for by man,
the most significant yet incalculable
is how many beings you touch.
Your love cannot be quantified,
for every candle you illuminate
seems to spark all others in their sphere.
You have set such a fire to my heart that
I transform every soul I embrace since,
Still your spark reaches farther than that.
For your dharma drives you into dark corners,
where you tirelessly stoke the smoldering embers
of those who's glow has long since been given up on.
Despite your gift of serving the many through the one,
containing your light, for the sole benefit of any
is as counterproductive as trying to possess the sun.
And so it is that you finally melted my attachments:
My trying, my wanting, my holding, even my accounting,
I release all, but the burning desire for you to to shine on.