When I first discovered my heart and subsequently sexuality... it was all a mystery and fortunately for me I went from total virgin and a type of natural innocence and ignorance around such matters to having my heart torn open by beautiful strong women and melted by powerful deep meditation and masters of such matters and qualities.
It was a mystery to me that I had a heart.
Twenty years later I am still in awe of how awesome and magical the heart and love are. Always fresh, creative, gentle, subtle and ever so powerful. Along the journey it has become so so obvious how valuable responsibility is in simple matters of the heart. The out pouring of love. A simple exchange of the deep. A poetic glance and movement of relative eternity. The heart is eternally grateful it seems, and I feel eternally grateful that with time and much experience, desire and need are humble servants of sharing and tantric light.
The gift of Tantra was and is that it burns everything up so to speak in a delightful cooking of pure light and teaches us that a flower and that flowering is so much more valuable than plucking a flower...
As we go deeper we realize or acknowledge that literally every aspect of our lives is our responsibility, even as our egos realize that they are out of work so to speak and no longer needed to protect and manipulate matters.
The subtle letting go is a great embrace of the greater mystery again.
On certain levels subtle feminism would have a man smarten up and get deeper and less needy for sex, and on the deeper levels a man embodies love and leaves behind the shell of egoic third body needs and roles of need or false dominance.
In the deeper spontaneous love comes from within and magically meets, manifests and marries true love, true bond, true heart.
I don't think anyone can really love until they are loving themselves...
And yet the process can be a mixed bag of mud and perfect blissful clarity.
To worship the goddess always works. If a man knows true surrender, true worship, true prayer or even aspires to such... so much is possible and meltable.
The humble triumph in love. The lusty become rusty and sometimes used.
White Tantra, Blue Tantra, Purple Tantra...
Meditate with the heart wide open...
Make love with the heart wide open...
Live with the heart wide open...
Trusting the subtle true signs to destroy or dissolve illusion and drama and personal sanskar...
Feel the great true love of existence embrace all her divine children in the myriad of ways.
The silent prayer says... you are goddess, you are love and I worship thee....
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