Gazing At His Consort

 What do you see when you look at her?

 Does she look like she has been some where?

 How would you like to take that trip

 Will you insist on knowing the fare?

 

 The ticket from here to there is pricey.

 First your soul is on the list.

 It was a comforting notion for a very long time.

 But now we all know it doesn't exist.

 

 Selfless sweet openness,  how does she do that?

 It looks so easy, so graceful, so light.

 She never grabs or clings or falls,

 She is a trapez-less acrobat.

 

 What price has she paid to be left so real?

 Only her  self  was on the table.

 But the antes were up and she lost the game

 Buenaventura for a lucky girl.

 

 What price discipline;  is it so bad?

 And what of morality;  it sounds so drab.

 But to stay in step with our invisible partner . . .

 It's a bit of a trick when we try to see it.

 But certainly it's worth a try,

 Because every one of us can do it.

 

 It's frightfully easy to dispel a dakini.

 Ulterior motives or duplicitous words

 Can take her out in the wink of an eye.

 Yet, it's in her non-nature not to stay gone,

 So watch out ,,, she'll be back <<< ,

       with tricks and spies,

 Cheerful or angry and ready to act

 

 She plays so hard, her life's on the line

 And once in a while she dies for the truth.

 With her moonlight complexion and lightbody gone

 She dissipates in a smiling realm

 And sleeps in the arms of vastbluesky.

 

 Taking and sending ride on the breath

 Our life force does a circle dance

 Our thoughts go back and forth like ping pong

 Self can't survive this wild romance.

 

 This outrageous girl, she has me half crazy.

 When I search for her she can't be found.

 If I knew the price I would certainly pay it.

 If I knew the time I would certainly keep it.

 As it is ,  all I do is make her laugh ,

 And hold her hands when she needs to weep.