Such an expanded Horizon.
With no limits, with no limits.
A total fullness of love.
I hear the Tantric Dakini sing sweetly a love sonet after our chocolate love making session.
The world has entered our universe from afar and begins her journey.
She is proud, wise and just ever so slightly humble.
Dakini, chant your verses to me again.
Every step I take into the abyss, I am richly rewarded with your generosity and gardens of delight.
Can life be any more amazing than infinitely fantastic.
Can Tantra keep giving and giving and giving all the showerings of infinity with no limit.
If pleasure and joy abound and continue to shower bliss, how many times can I die to them again and again.
How can such wonder exist without limit.
I keep kissing the feet of all the goddesses and they keep slaughtering me mercilessly with their love and I keep begging for more and more death and they keep giving and giving more and more life.
Every drop of love seems to contain an ocean.
Every tear drop shed seems to contain a fountain of youth.
This eternal Tantra that began so long ago seems to flow and flow and flow in both secret and profane publicity.
God saves the Queen of all Queens, just as she is born into divine coronation.
Sweet Dreamworld, Lady Nirvana.
The Maiden of the Light has Arrived