Storm rumbles on the peak. Silence broken with a clap. Lightning stirs the snow. Dakini dancer riding thunder. Her feet are earthquakes to shake the bones of the dead. Humble seekers bow before the roaring wind. Temple boards clatter to the floor. The opening of the mothers heart has riven a crack in the world. She bleeds a honey that heals every wound. Our skulls entwine her waist. Bliss.