tantra unveiled



as she lay…
i blew… gentle breezes… all over her body…
then… like a blind man…reading braille…
i… ran my fingertips… across her goosebumps…
so i could read her body language…
and come to understand… the story of… her flesh.
she told me… her body was a temple…
and i replied… i know… i am just a humble servant…
who has come to worship… at your altar.
as i gazed into her eyes…
i… realized… they were stained glass windows…
leading into a temple…built without the sound of hammer or nails…
by an architect… much greater than… any man…
and although i could see myself reflected in them…
i… was still on the outside… looking in…
so i… dropped to my knees…
to… baptize myself… in her holy water…
opening my mouth to accept communion…
no… this one was not… bread and wine…
but it was… definitely "divine"… and perhaps…
it would allow me to enter her… "inner sanctum"…
where i could… sing her praises… and make a "joyful noise"
bone of my bone… and… flesh of my flesh…
and god created woman…
from me!… and... i am created in the image…
and thus she!… must be… my goddess…
and my… religion… is love…
if you want to know how long… our love will last…
this uni… verse will pass baAaby… yes it will…
because u… n… i… are just… [one]… verse… proclamation…
one... sign and symbol… of the most high… love!…
so… shall we… intertwine… u know... bow down… to each other…
no… sixty-eight and i owe you one… but an emotional… mental…physical…
and spiritual…sixty-nine… that's… the birth of equality… or equality born…
for those… with understanding.
i know some will say i speak… blasphemy…
this is due to the fact… that they can't…
see! or understand… the language… of love… and the… word made flesh…
that is such a… blast for me… to express to she…
through my words and actions… thru my form and my function…
that is why i have… come… that is why i am… here…
at the… crossroads…
to make it absolutely clear… love is a… gift from the Most High…
and it's physical expression… is a sacred act…
aaaahhh! men and women… have been blessed to… re-enact…
the principles of creation… and oh! my… god'us…
isn't it… an ecstatic… isn't it an exquisite… sensation…
when we allow our lonely egos… to melt…
into the essential… oneness… of each other.
mmmmm… what a tasty… and tantalizing… theology… this... religion called…
l-o-v-e... can be.
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