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sensual embrace

 

 

Embrace each of your senses in turn,
Seeing as being touched by light.
Hearing as immersion in an ocean of sound.
Tasting as enlightening.
Smelling as knowing.
Touching as electrifying.

Then leave all these behind,
and become intimate with the unknowable.

By Lorin Roche
in The Radiance Sutras
Renderings of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra


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Rumi

 

 

Rumi
the first whirling saint of poetry
spinning like a galaxy
weaving constellations of words
like blazing stars,
numinous moons,
planets with gardens blossoming
and oceans floating in space.

Rumi
the first whirling saint of poetry
traversing the geography
of divine desire with longing
stronger than the undertow of history.

This presence is
mysterious, like the silhouette of music,
the circumference of a dream.

When Rumi met Shams
the clouds couldn’t keep quiet
they cried at the question
that knocked Rumi down
they floated more slowly,
hoping to hear whispers
from their mystical conversations.

Rumi
sending words like flaming arrows
to penetrate hearts
cold as that December night
when Shams was called
to the back door
never to be seen again.

Rumi
bathed in sacred graces
Rumi
bathed in sacred graces
like the wind that fills the flute
with notes of longing.

I saw Rumi
spinning verses
in the early morning hours,
one arm wrapped around the pillar,
his free hand tracing
outlines of angels in the air
songs with the power
to intoxicate prophets
longing for the Beloved
whose absence fills the world
invisible odes
built of breath
like God could kiss your lips
and transmit words that ride on waves
of how it feels when you’re together.

By Drew Dellinger
in Love Letter to the Milky way

 


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life’s caress

 

 

Here,
in your heart,
in the palms of your hands,
in your belly,
and all the soft hiding places
in your body.

Can you not feel
this subtle tingling,
permeating everything,
lighter than the sensation
of the wind on your skin?

Oh, turn your gaze inside a while,
and just notice how sensually
we always caress
your whole body.

By Tesa
in Love Notes from Life

 


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let the heart be itself

 

 

Abandon this attitude
Of wanting to prolong pleasure
And avoid suffering
Let the heart be itself, and feel
Whatever is there.

Freed from clinging and avoiding,
The heart regains its poise
And revels in creation.

Plunging deep into its center,
Discover that the heart is moved
By a pulse that is everywhere.

by Lorin Roche
in The Radiance Sutras,
Renderings of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra


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you, darkness

You, Darkness
Of whom I am born
I love you more than the flame
That limits the world
To the circle it illumines
And excludes all the rest.

But the dark embraces everything:
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations — just as they are.

It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me.

I believe in the night.

By Rainer Maria Rilke
In Rilke’s Book of Hours:Love Poems to God
translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy


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spider swing

The giant spider was hanging by a thread high up in the air in front of me, casually swinging back and forth against the purple clouds and the setting sun. I wondered if she was enjoying the evening breeze, and whether she could catch her own reflection in the still water flooding the rice field beneath her. I stood still on the dirt path for a while, hypnotized by the pendulum-like motion of her hairy body, surfing the alternating currents of fear and fascination flowing through me, and feeling grateful for the safety of distant intimacy! Don’t look for her in this picture.  It was taken on the same walk, but another day!

 


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feeling the moment

Sometimes the moment prompts me to speak,
and sometimes it prompts me to stay silent.

Sometimes it demands stillness,
and sometimes action.

Sometimes it insists that I hang in there,
and, other times, it urges me to walk away.

When I feel what it is asking
rather than try to figure it out,
I end up surfing life’s waves,
rather than getting smacked by them.

Some see this as a passive way to live.
I see it as an active way
to connect and merge
with the ocean.


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spacious love

 

Can you feel
this electricity
in the air

between us?

these clouds of electrons
dancing and flirting
in the radiant space
that fills and connects us?

When we meet
in these wide open fields
between our hearts,
our bodies start tingling,
as we let ourselves feel
the currents of energy
always flowing within
and between
everything.

Is there anything more nourishing
than saying “yes!” to life’s invitation
to experience this depth of communion,
no longer fooled by visual illusions of separation.

Friends,
If you ever get
to witness others
quietly enjoying
each other’s presence
like that,
don’t stand by
and feel left out.

Join
and drink in
this spacious loving.

Sooner or later,
we all receive
subtle evidence
that we’re
always
atomically
and intimately
connected
with each other,

Tesa Silvestre
Bali, 2011


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sensual embrace

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Rumi

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life’s caress

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let the heart be itself

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you, darkness

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spider swing

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feeling the moment

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spacious love

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