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Meditation
On every level
of the ancient realms,
they made sacred love,
entering by the ear
and mind
the ministry of station,
the stupa whose
notions dispelled
and then wafted away
the material,
the maya,
the illusions
of differences,
and then,
and when
all semblance
of attachment
had reached the last rung,
the blissful blossom
dropped,
and the stream
they entered
was neither
here nor there
but instead
a droplet
of pure honey.
runningturtle87
of the ancient realms,
they made sacred love,
entering by the ear
and mind
the ministry of station,
the stupa whose
notions dispelled
and then wafted away
the material,
the maya,
the illusions
of differences,
and then,
and when
all semblance
of attachment
had reached the last rung,
the blissful blossom
dropped,
and the stream
they entered
was neither
here nor there
but instead
a droplet
of pure honey.
runningturtle87
Published 3rd Jul 2012
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3rd Jul 2012 1:14am
3rd Jul 2012 1:19am
On the tip of her tongue
breathtakingly hung
was just the right illusion
for caught in her stare
he moved unaware
as into her web was infusion.
breathtakingly hung
was just the right illusion
for caught in her stare
he moved unaware
as into her web was infusion.
3rd Jul 2012 1:22am
3rd Jul 2012 1:26am
That which we touch touches us back
and this is how it should be
for never a word had ever been heard
that he hadn't dreamed eventually.
and this is how it should be
for never a word had ever been heard
that he hadn't dreamed eventually.
3rd Jul 2012 1:29am
3rd Jul 2012 1:33am
Anonymous
3rd Jul 2012 1:38am
Sacred love can be sacred sex.
In Babylonian myth and religion the High Priestess mates publicly with the King to
ensure the fertility of the people and the land. This happened once a year.
A poem dripping beauty......
In Babylonian myth and religion the High Priestess mates publicly with the King to
ensure the fertility of the people and the land. This happened once a year.
A poem dripping beauty......
3rd Jul 2012 1:50am
On a personal note, to be as and yet internally, and still and then in the darkness to feel the unbearable and then unsubsided until the diffusion by day and then to repeat the rotation of the sun; I am at the mercy of transfixation: Merely to rest, but beyond to then let go, but then further, to allow! I am..........undone!
