There is a subtle nerve which streams electric
from the base of my spine up to my crown —
that is your divine playground, and I bow to you!
I never saw you, though you magically appear
as everyone and everything, and because
this how you play, I bow down to you!
I say you are wild, though you are calm and bright;
I say you are serene, though you are truly wild.
Since you can’t be pinned down, I will bow to you!
I’ve heard there is a big difference between the idea
and the experience, but because you are way beyond
both, yet also most intimate, I bow down to you!
A blank state of mind, devoid of any thought —
that is simply the mansion of delusion, but because
you are a fire burning down the house, I bow to you!
Since you are always free from all extremes, far beyond
any description, utterly awake as the fundamental state
of clear light and pure awareness, I bow down to you!
Because you clear away the blinding darkness of confusion,
pacifying the nadis and giving birth to uncontrived humor,
I will make up poems for you as I bow down to you!
Some sages claim whatever appears is mind, and mind
itself is as empty as the vast expanse of sky, but even if
the dead gurus never said a word, I bow down to you!
I may realize that everything and everyone is composed
of the same illusory tricks as any video game, and consist
of the same stuff as a virtual reality. Still, I bow down to you!
In the lower levels of the dream are many types of entities,
some are fearsome and quite disturbing, but you show us how
to recognize their false claims and promises, so I bow to you!
Some beings are in a state which can only be described as
confused, lost, or beset by panic and fear. These are the ones
you comfort with your motherly affection, so I bow to you!
The higher astral worlds are very beautiful, with features which
are truly stunning, filled with wonders, and yet you descend
to this dense realm to answer our prayers, so I bow to you!
You yourself, as yourself, are heaven, you are truth, you are
the highest sacrament. You are Buddha, you are the sangha,
the Perfection of Wisdom, so naturally I will bow to you!
I see you as the Goddess, you see me as the God. By joining
in this ecstatic union, we make the holy sacrifice to each other.
Since there is no greater worship than this, I bow down to you!
You are identical to the bodies of all women — there is no other
way you can be worshiped except by the worship of all women,
and because you’ve shown this truth to me, I bow down to you!
You said: “Don’t torture yourself by asceticism! Seeing form,
look! Listen to sounds, inhale scents, taste flavors, feel textures.
Using the senses, you attain Buddhahood.” Thus, I bow to you!
You are the cosmic lover who bestows bliss on the passionate.
By abandoning all conceptual thought and uniting with you,
all the hopelessness swiftly vanishes, so I bow down to you!