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What is your relationship with the divine? Father? Mother? Friend? Spirit? What about Lover? Like really? Can you make love to your vision of God? Just the two of you? (Warning: your ego and shadow body won't like this at all. They will tell you all kinds of stories about why this is a big dangerous idea. If you're ready to take those fellas on, read more...) Sexual union is the highest form of worship because it implies complete acceptance. Think about it. If you were to make love to your deity, you would have to accept everything that the deity is and stands for (hard). You would also find you have to accept everything that you are - your humanity, physically, sexuality (even harder), and accept that you are accepted, even adored, for being just as you are (mind blowing). Just imagine. It would take years off your spiritual journey. You would be forced to integrate your shadow self and find yourself a more whole, total being for it. You would never have another bad relationship, because you’d have the gold standard to measure it against and no one could take that away from you. I don’t want to give anyone crazy ideas, but who do you call out for in your most intimate moments? Is the divine present? Who is the face of the Lover? Are they separate or are they ONE? If the Divine is your sweetheart, you will very quickly start to see all of life in a very different way. Like I said, don't get any crazy ideas...
This poem was inspired by two great men - Shams of Tabriz and Rumi. Now there was a love story! Before they met, Rumi was a respected Islamic scholar and cleric. After meeting Shams, his spiritual mentor, he transformed into possibly the greatest poet of all time. At some point, Shams disappeared from Rumi's life in mysterious circumstances (which are greatly debated). Throughout his life, however, Rumi attributed more and more of his poetry to Shams, finding him within himself. This may be a bit deep, but why do we have more than one of us in this life? I believe it's so we can admire the good in each other, the awesome qualities which are difficult to see in ourselves. We get to experience what 'we' look like wearing different clothes. Can you look into the eyes of another and see your own soul? Can you strip your own masks away to be that other? The experience is very real, very feeling, very love... Just for fun: how many famous femmes can you name check in this poem (there are ten to find in all). This one is from shakti, in her many forms, to the divine masculine. I wavered on one of the words when I was writing, but have settled for the less mischievous option here. If you spot it, and want to swap it - make it your own.... There are many aspects of the feminine to embrace, if only as potentialities. Not all of them are pretty, but they can all be awesome. If we repress and deny, we will only make our shadow body more powerful. If we find something we don't find 'acceptable' inside us, what can we do with it? What higher use can we put it to? Who is judging it as 'good' or 'bad' in the first place? Fiddle dee dee So what if I'm bad? What if I get goosepimply All over Would you come up sometime And be pleased to see me? Like a prayer I'll whisper to you softly To justify my love for you Would you meet me on a train Cross country? And will you trust this dark, dark horse Who has a taste for Bad romance? Acknowledge me: Don't make me your Enemy I'm better than your wildest dreams Chinnamasta yoni veda I don't have all the answers But I sing because I have a song If I drown my sorrows Please forgive I love you more Than My own skin Being is exhausting. Spending all day holding together your self-constructed identity will tire you out.
How about letting go? The ego will never manage to overcome the problem that it simply doesn't exist. But it will keep you wretched trying. Not being on the other hand is easy. You don't have to work at it. Relax and let the cosmos breathe through your nothingness.
The places you make love to me
In blind sight The plump pillow that catches my cheek Wilting my will The bliss of stillness Kissing with tingles The low ache of pleasure Caressing my back Losing myself In each asana Sharp pleasure of presence Your brush at my curl Behind my ear The songs you play For all to hear While I quietly weep The little smile we share The cool water you offer My heart For air The giddy barefoot lightness Of freedom When I'm wearing my shoes The way you cover me While I sleep The languor of laying with you Breaking from working The emptiness I dedicate to you The constant peace Of a moment shared The tear of ecstasy When I close my eyes And breathe The inner sigh Can anyone see? These are the places You make love to me |
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