Vijnana Bhairava

Sting of a wasp
Rip of a nail
A razor’s slice
The needle’s plunge.

A piercing word
A stab of betrayal
The boundary crossed
A trust broken.

In this lacerating moment
Pain is all you know.
Life is tattooing scripture into your flesh,
Scribing incandescence in your nerves.
Right here
In this single searing point
Of intolerable concentration,
Wound becomes portal.
Dive through to the wild brilliance of the Self.