Lara Lei – The Buddhist deity Simhavaktra Dakini

When I look at her, I feel like I’ve plugged into an electric socket. I don’t know whether to run away in terror or surrender laughing in ecstatic juicy bliss. She is beautiful as the crayon marks on the wall marking growth. She is mindfully dizzy as Los Angeles freeway drivers in the rain. She is strong as a post-natal ballerina upside-down in aerial dance. She is fleshy as my mother’s king bed-sized breast. She is clear as dead deer’s eye reflecting a hunter’s tear. She is hollow light.