[dorje naljorma]

she whose pig headed explodes into space.

shrieking and destroying the fragile dualistic mind -

i bow to you, i give you flowers, i offer my body with pure intention.

you who are known by many names, i sleep next to you and i become a corpse and in the morning i arise.

you have taught me many things in secret and in the open -

you have taught me that every moment is a birth and a death -

you have taught me to open this heart, wide to the world -

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