A fire spitting dragon is within me;
Its intense passion flares burns me down
And I am afraid of birth, a new birth
That recast me again and again
Into a new self I am yet to know.
I am afraid of the unknown and
The violence of death, of the dragon,
I am trembling in this knowledge
Of what I behold within me, dreadful.
Yet the monster is here to stay
And I am here to let him lose
To see the beast in daylight
So that I may discover behind the mask,
Behind the flaming wrath, behind
Rudra’s thundering might, the ruthless
Love of Lord disguised, compelling
Me to birth, through his smithy’s
Forging anvil strength, his brutality
A lover’s clasping hands of intense
Passion, a world of whirlwind dance,
A volcanic ecstasy, a tornado;
And in its core of dare devil dance
Lurks the witness, the silent spectator
Of the drama of life, the growing godhead.
