O Yogini, in mine eyes,
Dancing in naked ecstasy,
O Victorious One,
Traveller amongst the stars.

O Yogini, that intense spacious fire,
From the belly,
To the heart,
The intensity of clarity, burning white hot.

O Yogini, dancing upon a stage,
Your beauty is the nakedness of completely letting go,
The union of heart, of vast illumination,
Oh what happiness.

O Yogini, you have a place in my heart,
A love so rich,
You bring tears,
A melting of love into ripples of laughing energy.

O Yogini, bringer of such peace,
Dancing in Vajradhara's breath,
The bell rings out to all beings,
In all places.

O Yogini, your nakedness is searing to behold,
Clarity you wear, the alchemy of bliss,
You stand firm on an empty sky,
No place to go, but still you dance.

O Yogini, youth of all ages,
The story you tell,
Is of the unconditioned,
The unraveling of pain and torment.

O Yogini, that knife of yours is sharp,
Cutting out the cancers,
Of endless repetition,
Stories', interpenetrating stories, you who illumine this dance.

O Yogini, you who refines the chemistry,
So the rivers flow like ruby blood,
At the heart is liquid gold, ringing,
Sounding the declaration of Dharma.

O Yogini, she who holds the soup of life,
Swirling vortexes of blood, so rich you melt,
To her heart is a dead cup,
A receptacle of empty legends.

O Yogini, the sexual one,
What is your dance that quickens the pulse?
Awake to life,
Allow the percolating drops to seep, turn, divide and bubble.

O Yogini, from your heart,
I see red turn to blue,
I see your father, holder of the instruments of mind,
He who is identical to your nature.

O Yogini, your feet play out the rhythm,
The tones of mind,
The alphabet soup, pure tones,
Turning to singing.

O Yogini, you who bring youthfulness,
You who need no pretense,
You who have razor teeth,
Who can eat the delusions of words.

O Yogini, you who holds a staff,
A life giving sword,
Life comes from the impaling, the boring through, great determination,
Transforming the three great poisons.

O Yogini, you who blaze in glory above the triangles of life,
Crossed, in the sharpness of above and below,
You who draw together the crown and the earth,
To a point beyond measure palace. AH!

O Yogini, you who torment those who will not let go,
For those who will not unwind the ages,
The burning fire will appear,
That can roar through the creosote of blackened views.

O Yogini, may you tell the story to all,
I pray, come to beings so they may be free,
Give energy to overcome the insane hosts who appear,
Burn through the slavery of twisted energy.

O Yogini, you whose womb is ready,
Rich in life giving blood,
Supporter of the flask of transformation,
Reflux the phenomena of mind.

O Yogini, your breasts so full,
Nourisher in the ocean of peace,
Food for the journey,
Sustenance for the fool.

O Yogini, you who have laid bare,
Nakedly pristine is your body like a blown glass,
Nude is your voice that declares faith,
Unclothed is your mind to reveal the essence.

O Yogini, I pray you infect countless others,
With your image of passion,
A passion so overwhelming, so utterly no-where,
You who fully embodies the Bodhicitta.

AH HO!

Mark Webber

(Written November 14, 1998, after watching a troupe of Flamenco dancers)