when you have the tall ladder you can hang the Christmas lights from the roof

there is no outer authority to reference to

Tulku, Treasure revealer

I let go of arrogant separation

I choose Everlasting Life 

I see your face Beloved, we join our mind streams, I die to you

paint the clouds, paint the roses, I will come 

I make peace with my human self,

I make peace with my God-Self

Mother of Mothers, hands in Prayer, cast in black, though She a secret dakini as well...

I see the face of God, your face, my face 

I do not waste this precious gift, this precious life

making love as the initiate, making love as the woman