The self is Yourself.
My thought is Your consort, Parvati.
My vital breaths are Your companions.
My body is Your abode,
my sleep Your ecstasy.
My walk is the accomplishment of Your circumambulation,
and all my words are hymns in praise of You.
Whatever action I perform, O Siva,
is but for Your adoration.
Bhairavastava, Abhinavagupta
Songs of the Ultimate