With my mind I invoke demons
When I call upon desire.
Ecstatic they fulfill their existence
Flooding into the valley of my mind.
The flood resides to reveal water damage.
In mindfulness it dries, yet –
Straggling thoughts like fish
Flap about on the land –
Crying for another flood to sustain them.
Crying for more blood.
Mercilessly, the remnants of desire
Must be put out of their misery.
Oy! So much work to be done.
Dhammapada 284 : So long as the love of man towards women, even the smallest, is not destroyed, so long is his mind in bondage, as the calf that drinks milk is to its mother.