Dear friend:- You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
going to into labor
Going into labor
or being in great danger or
experiencing orgasm can
be a little death – the ultimate
surrender, a great metaphor
for letting go, a moment of
total loss of control,
even though it is short-lived,
it is a glimpse into what we cannot
explain with languages, entry into
the door of bliss.
If you could look at yourself when
you experience orgasm, you cannot
really tell if you are in great
pain or great pleasure. Both can
be the same. It is the total merging
of heaven and earth, total melting.
Life that is lived deeply, free from
Mental commotion can be an every
day orgasm, and every time we die a little,
we melt and blossom a thousand times a
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment