I sound the bells of freedom, I sing the songs of coherence, 

this is the practice…

similar frequencies, complementary codes...

you my child, are favored of God

offering offering offering Goddesses, Gate Keepers, 

female Buddhas of Great Bliss, wrathful ones of Immeasurable Compassion

who will ride the bucking broncho with me?

only my beloved who holds me fast around my waist

and steadies me with his muscled thighs pressed against me

whisper a love song, my love song, our love song, 

whisper my name

the Christmas tree is the Tree of Life with hips… 

the time for explaining is over,

now it is time to just die to the light

I let go of hatred of the face, knowing that the face will fall apart...

shame turns to Victory

I move my body as the Medicine Woman, as the Condor