Up to the Neck

I sat long enough in fire.

Now I am up to my neck

in the water of union.

You say, Up to the neck

is not enough.

Make your head your foot

and descend into love.

There is no up-to-the-neck union.

I say, But for the sake of your garden

I sat up to my neck in blood.

You say, Yes, you escaped

the alluring world, but not yourself.

You are the magician

caught in his own trickery.

Cut the breath of self and be silent.

Language cannot come from your throat

as you choke and go under.