Shower

a cleansing mental, physical and spiritual shower

somehow, I need Protectors for this

I must ask and receive, but somehow use my volition

maybe nectar up, as the rain pounds on my body, the dead body

the shame is hard to bear

I stay inside, I stay deep inside with the writhing

I cut the roots of the glaring projections

I cut the roots of the ones who are drawn to them and grab for them egg on the face

the passionate holy camels tenderly eat it off with their swimming lips

the accidental running into them

without eye contact or acknowledgment is painful

since confusion is due to afflictive emotions

it is held that freedom comes

from making emotions themselves the path, this is fortunate