Poem to Padmasambhava, Lakshmi and Her Daughter.

It felt good to be in the garden of her heart,
In the grasses of her curls
And the sun of her smile --
For a moment
It felt good.

The Earth is my lover now
And mother as Lakshmi.
Brother can you spare a mind?
Vacuous, void, unpredictable Thatness --
It felt good.

Like a fountain in the sky,
Good and evil, it feels, just are.
Like a star, or an Iraqi scar.
The Inquisitor
Its ajar,
Time,
And we move the wheel.