Tantra.
Occult Mantras,
With hidden sense,
That opens the fence,
Of dark mind behind,
That in Tantra we find.
The mind’s lease,
In carnal cave,
With twine opposite,
In a posture set,
The mingle of two sex,
In tantra’s retreat.
Such Tantra is of lower rate.
The pyre ground,
With skull and bone,
With a dead body,
Often is shown,
Goblet-wine,
Stirred madness,
So the rite impresses,
Joy Kali Joy Kali,
The spirit is blown.
Bhamakhapa, -the Tantric,
Wishes Kali Mother’s bliss,
And on her lotus feet lays kiss.
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