Sucking Angels, I call on you to suck on my fingers and toes

the tip of my tailbone, the tip of my nose.

draw dark substances from inside of face, lips,

channels, the petals and mouth of the lotus

vacuum the Persian rug at my back and under my feet.

suction me out, clean and holy, original goodness, unsullied

the pressing and drawing out, drawing through, are exquisite,

exchange of oxygen, electrons, hummingbird wings,

thick trunk and earthy pelt of the Medicine bear

Angels of purification, my intimate places, remembering the mandala

ripe and fertile, in readiness for liquid light and seed, hold me close

Yeshua the Master said, You are loved, even that shadowy self

who still practices arrogant separation and has not yet opened the door to our Father-Mother's hearth and the nourishment found therein

water tiger, fire dragon, fire horse, this is the year

the answer to your prayers.

your protection, your awakened activities

can happen much more quickly through the dakini than just the buddha

I dare to speak about the fire dragon out loud. my intimacies with him, you’d better have your protectors in place

Om benzar ratna tsita raga rage hung phet so ha

you’d better make sure that you are speaking absolute truth.

Wakinyan, thunderbeing, the raw energy from my eye

cleanses the vision of the human

When one has been annihilated and comes from a place of deficit,

it is easy for the mind to want to think that it is special and smart, puffed up like toad, he was so ready to decimate my inflation

The wrathful protectors destroy and magnetize,

the peaceful protectors pacify and increase.

the One of the Generous Reprieve of the Judgment

is wealthy enough to have a pair of boots.

Fire dragon, water lotus, water tiger

I lie on my bed with my feet to the east

Place of the rising Sun and the masculine,

my head to the west, place of the Buffalo, inward, and the feminine.

On my right, the south, King and Queen of the earth element,

the jaguar and the red Bindu which is normally at the root,

but on the right side, it helps to free and offer up

the white glare of the masculine and the future.

On my left is the north, green Tara, the destroyer,

place of the reindeer and the white bindu which is usually

at the Crown, but here it frees and offers up the red death

of the feminine and the past. I lie on the cross for the Crucifixion

and I know I am not alone. There is such sweetness and rejoicing.

I swoon with Birdsong, the dweller whispers to me

of my ancient origins so I remember who I Am.

I Am She who Creates. I Am the One who Loves All Things