THE SAMBHOG.

There is not a taste of gentleness
Or the feminine flamboyance
Of a culted form.
She is a metaphor for Shakti
That empowers its own divinity
Riding high in her vein is
Only a deep drunkenness
And longing to quench
From the banks of a secret oasis
Where Shiva is in dynamic meditation
and brinking at a life-giving explosion.
She will succumb to his dust
and then seduce him to her.
She knows he is an OUTLAW
And will dissolve unto none…
But she is no lesser a fire,
And this sacred SAMBHOG
Is what our world is all about…
-MUSINGS OF THE AWAKENING SOUL