Classic Poem

Body's desire that knows no end
the terrible power of a rising tide—
in the fire that flares up still more, perspiring,
salamanders twist and turn, dancing.

The ceaseless snow throws a feast of vol nuptial late at night
and shouts out joy in the hushed air.
Shattered by beauty and power
we then immerse ourselves in an esoteric flow
breathe in an aroused rosy haze
and reflected on the jewels in Indra's net
mold our lives inexhaustibly.

The cradling demon's power that lurks in winter
and the raw heat of sprouts that bud in winter—
what burns inside everything pulsates with time
and lets electric currents of ecstasy echo through our bodies.

Our skins wake ferociously
our bowels thrash about in the glee of existence
hair becomes phosphorescent
fingers acquire their own lives and crawl clinging all over the bodies
the world of chaos, of sincerity, that stores the word
swiftly reveals itself above us.

Full of light
full of happiness
all discriminations circle a single sound
poison and manna share a box
unbearable pain convolves our bodies
supreme rapture illuminates the mystery, the labyrinth.

Buried warm under the snow
we melt in natural elements
feed on endless earthly love
and praise our life, in the distance.