The Challenge

She told me I seemed to have a knack
for describing visual circumstances
and wanted to know
if I might take on a challenge.  

I told her I felt quite comfortable
with the prospect
and she said that she had a particular picture
that might pique my curiosity,
and handed me this one,
to which I responded:

The uroboros
of sensuality
takes her form
a kata of Shiva
and binds her own leg
propped into position
to draw out the heat
from the wound
of our having thought
that we are the answer
to anything.

The embrace of the mind
held in this position
is the contact of two forces:
the thought of entitlement
for our part in the Noh play
into which we have been drafted
to work out our karma,
and the dharma itself
the final puzzle piece
in the dance
of destruction
when we find
what it is
that replaces
our addictions,
the reason
for being
in the first place,
the motion
of sentience.

In her naked expanse,
the fold
of her body
unleashes the bent
and pent up,
and we find ourselves circling
with our eyes
the perimeter
of her stance:
the look on her face
as she formulates
the foundational cause,
the spreading hands
stabilizing the mind,
the length of her torso
compelling our throats,
and the unutterable desire
to spin the mechanism
that is existence,
merely to taste
the delectable footfall
of time.

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