A Taste Of Tantric Fire

A Taste Of Tantric Fire

Beyond six degrees of separation
the rifts of time evanesce,
the checkerboard of creation
pulls itself into a vortex of dreams,
I resolve myself near heaven and hell's
perpendicular edge  
on the dark side of the moon,
still carrying my own bucket of Light
I fall off,
my Dragon Lover
catches me in the prelude of time
behind the Great Eastern Sun
of paradox and
sublimation, sex and desire
You
open my burning flesh
with a flash of insight
a solemn nocturne
deep in my heart.

we dissolve into the taste of fire
the crucible of alchemy
the begging bowl of harmony
balanced once again
on silent tongues

a meditation gong is struck

and the light is all around me.