We met first, you and I
in the coldest Bihar Fog
after Jesus and before
Hiuen-Tsang Tired travelers
students in residence
You lived forest side, often overslept
past the second water bell
And when I was sent to rouse you
I found, a mountain, wide-eyed
muttering mad, endless currents, empty vessels!
nonsense HOLD this Dakini in your austerity arms!
forbidden rites of forest Tantrikas
falling from your lips, by rote
they were spoken.
I was frightened of you
until the master, reading my mind
threw his cup to the ground and cried out
Fear a charlatan?! Fear your rebirth!