There is a part
That wants to lay it all out before him
In fresh bloomings
Blow by blow
Intensity of the path she’s led
Situation after situation
Violation after violation
Allowance after allowance
Twisted shreds and fallouts
Visceral evidence of the place she stands
.
There is a wild, unbridled force
That wants to see his eyes
To feel his heart
To know his Truth
In the face of the litany
In the face of the pain
To see if he turns
To see if he shudders
To see if he
Stays
.
Hanging by slippery threads
On this fire escape ladder
It’s a long way down
If she surrenders to the fall
.
Scrambling
Anxious
Terror
Old, tattered parts come forward
Protect or die!
Protect or die!
Get it all over with, now
Show the portal he’ll enter
See his choice
With no delay
See if he’ll stay
Hoping he’ll go
To calm these demons
To calm these demons
.
This, of course, is such a metal way
Teeth dripping saliva
And balls to the wall
Go hard or go home
This part wants to live it
Speak it
Shove it
These rumblings have been waiting
These rumblings designed
To push away
.
And yet
Hidden, ephemeral
There is this other, more gentle force
Gentle, but not weakened
Gentle, but not naive
Gentle, and Knowing
Who appreciates
The Dance
.
She wants to unpeel, slowly
Revealing layer by layer
Watching his eyes
Feeling his breath
Tuning into the particles
As the skins gradually fall away
Microcosmic realities
Dancing, dreaming
Mysteries touching
At eonic speed
.
She is an old part
She is a deep part
The one who wants to witness his music
Deep bass resonance on golden crisscross strings
Who wants to hold the gentle fierce line
Of looking for hours into
Trailing light tendrils
Along shivering surface
Stepping back from this Mystery
Allowing space
A roaring, intimate silence
To hold the shimmering portals
Of beauty
And pain
Yet to become
.
She is an old part
She is a wise part
She is a deep part
This smiling-eyed Dakini
Will She have voice in the great trembling?
Will She stand, in her Love, gleaming?
Will She cradle the demons
While making room for the Other?
This time
The wildness
The fierceness
Channeled not to push away
But to slowly
Gently
Fiercely
Pull them into
The Dance
Letting Go 