The Hole

the mouth thinks it wants to be filled

the hole thinks it wants to be filled, but then they feel sick.

They don’t want to be filled. They want to be soothed.

They want the movement of the milk, of the nectar, through them

but not filled up like a closed container , movement through

seed essence through Mandala, fill my chalice with elixir

it overflows and then shatters, hanging onto nothing.

The shadow parts hide in the holes, but they want to be found.

The hands want to touch from the hole,

the eyes want to look from the hole, but they will never be satisfied. We take the eyeballs for a walk around the sacred circle

with the Rapid Awakened Protector,

with the pink Medicine Buddha. Supreme Glory Free from Sorrow,

with the Swift One of Heroic Glory, with the Immortal Yogi, vase body

and everything starts to drain, we empty out,

empty out all the channels and holes

shame perpetuates the unconscious trance of acting out the karma