What You Want From Me

Limbs outstretched.
Face to the sky.
A hundred hands on my back.
Tears evaporate from my red cheeks.
I know what you want from me.

From the Shofar to the Dungchen, Blow.
Push out all prana until there is nothing.
I then hear the moment you move about.
In the darkness, stirring me in the Holy Water.
I know what you want from me.

Ancestors quench my spirit.
Pour from The Decanter my future.
A hundred drops from each of you.
Your Wine hammering the skinned Damaru rhythm.
I know what you want from me.