I must begin with what I really want. I want to let the mess be. I want you to show me your world. I want to push the weight of my real body into your world and feel the impact. I want to show you my naked electric power and watch you fall to your knees in worship. Enter my kingdom so I may be peopled with life. Show me the one in you that makes me shimmer between fear and awe. Give me the white heat of loss to carve me down. Trip me over traps I’ve set to remind me this is just a dream. Pain, come reveal again this dream is also real. Dreams, be each night of Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, and wake me to a new mind. I want to train your perception to encounter how achingly erotic that tree being swayed by the breeze is. I want to train your breath to move that holy arousal into your true purpose and aim it like an arrow at my lies. I want you to shut up and come close and let me taste your tears.