Nectar Up

I nectar up, to prostrate, to make my offerings, to get down low, 

to swoop up high, I nectar up to confess and purify, 

to cultivate the shakti, to spin the wheels of Dharma. 

I nectar up to make the seven branch offering,

disseminate the merit. 

I don’t need to accumulate it. I nectar up to rejoice 

in the medicine song and sufi dance,

celebrate the love between us, 

I nectar up to whisper, stay close, so close. I nectar up 

to find ultimate truth, tossing everything under

the hooves of the stampeding Buffalo, 

I bow to you, we share a secret wink of the eye.  

Let the mind be out of control, it is not in control anyway  

When wet blueberries are pressed together 

an oozing ulceration is formed, bedsore of the bounty.

A non-conceptual awareness is generated through the coming together of external and internal conditions and through this, 

great bliss is generated in your continuum...