During Dakini practice the other day, I thought I would take a closer 'look' at the garland of 50 freshly severed heads that I was visulizing dangling from my neck.
Freshly severed - dripping blood and lymph...
Fresh - no decay
writhing with discursive emotions the heads, hair tangled together in a garland, the cries and screams palpable and visceral.
Taking pencil to paper, in the semi dark by candle light, this is my relative interpretation of that experience.
What I am unable to draw, is the felt sense of the weight, the movement of the heads, the touch of the blood dripping dripping on my body and rivletes of blood streaming and spraying from the open wound at the neck as I danced with Ratna Dakini...my own heads/emotions caught in the moment of emotional reactivity, their expression fixed and frozen yet moving and writhing from the emotional energy.