Sucking Angels

Sucking Angels, I call on you to suck on my fingers and toes

the tip of my tailbone, the tip of my nose.

draw dark substances from inside of face, lips,

channels, the petals and mouth of the lotus

vacuum the Persian rug at my back and under my feet.

suction me out, clean and holy, original goodness, unsullied

the pressing and drawing out, drawing through, are exquisite,

exchange of oxygen, electrons, hummingbird wings,

thick trunk and earthy pelt of the Medicine bear

Angels of purification, my intimate places, remembering the mandala

ripe and fertile, in readiness for liquid light and seed, hold me close

Yeshua the Master said, You are loved, even that shadowy self

who still practices arrogant separation and has not yet opened the door to our Father-Mother's hearth and the nourishment found therein