Celestial Union

I cannot express with my human tongue

The white-hot union which we did consummate

Atop the Himalayas

I broke on through to the other side; my bride;

First in love-lock embrace, stars flowing through us,

Then later the White Horned Owl, black eyes staring at us;

And then finally, the breaking through my back; butterfly cocoon-winds, holes into Eternity.

watercolor and ink on paper