in the Center of the Four Directions

in the Center of the Elements and the Shapes

the Center of the Mandala, the Center of the Song

the Shapes and the Sounds in the Center of my Heart

I AM the Song, the Love Song, the Song of Creation,

in the Center

I let the haters hate and the suffering ones suffer

I direct Awareness, look for the Face of God

ride with it up and down in my body, and do the eyeball yoga

over and over and over again, like he came into my inner temple

this is the practice, there is nothing else.

perception shifts so that I am not just slogging through the death

I Am manifesting the Birth

I Am the Life that is Resurrecting the dead body

I offer the Essence of the four major elements

and the beautiful flowers of the Clear Elements

sense fields, and aggregates

as well as the Gates of the five sense faculties

my Heart is a Wish-Fulfilling Jewel

I offer the Unconditioned Sphere of Reality

and the four types of Correctly Discerning Awareness

active aggressive, passive aggressive, covert and overt anger

the Prayer for intimate container with the masculine

to work the anger real time, to see and be seen

the anger being a pure form of passion

releasing my own anger at him that I ingested

and his anger as well and it burns

he called me Dakini, I ring the Dragon Bell

the root of Secret Mantra is Samaya, the vow

the essence of Samaya is devotion to outer, inner and secret guru diligence and devotion

Khenpo says dispel outer, inner and secret darkness

and transmit that to future generations

focus on sensation, more upward stroke, less downward

the feel of you in my hand, losing connection

who loses connection, who loses focus, who tells whom about it?

I step back to breathe, to shake it out, to unwind

to reconnect with the Vast, with the Body of the Mother,

my dancing Dakini sisters on the inner planes

with my Heart, with my feeling body

so I can become more powerfully present

losing relationality, but not wanting to inhabit the personal

which you can I relate to?

need to express, need to be seen and received

Sovereign Divinity, human need

swinging doors, swing both ways, in and out

you never know when the door will swing open

and you will come face-to-face with the Roshi in the threshold

in the black of the night, you heading to the bathroom

and he on his way to the kitchen for a scone

Black Mahākāla, as black as night, as black as Emptiness

as black as the dark womb of No-Thing, of Creation

Wrathful Protector, I die to you, we die together

to the bliss, your breath in my channels, stars in my eyes

the bridge is the sound, my song, my dance

slithering serpents around each other