the more I straighten my spine, speak a mantra, and resurrect,

the more I die , dissolution of the elements, dissolving

of concrete reality, priests and priestesses of my body, angels of mercy. I raise the light through my tissues, cultivate the staying awake

and just sitting, even though I squirm and sway and the rash inflames, my buffalo and reindeer angels, kindly snuffle me here.

Letting the heart and belly be soft, Ultimate practice of reverence

for self and no self. There is a death in each atomic configuration,

in each alchemical center. Beloved, press close, so close.

it is the speed that kills, speed of movement and thought

even speed of mantra. speed that comes from fear and aggression,

the left thumb is swollen from gripping too tightly the glass jar.

If the masculine receives too much tenderness,

he may feel smothered, as if by the mother

come to my table, come drink at my well, although you think

you have another plan for your hunger, search deeply into your heart, into your soul, and you will find the invitation from me

that you have long waited for

I allow my Great Desire for liberation to blossom,

I embody the Divine mother's capacity to feel emotion

without judgment, I live fully in this world, courageously naked