Can the body of a woman
Be your teacher?
Is there a wisdom in her soft
Curves?
Do you know the language of a circle?
What about her writhing undulations?
Her wild pleasure?
Her wetness?
Can your lust inform your heart?
Is she sacred or profane?
What about the animal of the body that is your
One
True
Name?
Is she worthy of respect?
Or will you deem her as a petty object?
Does your desire conflict with your morality?
Does she seduce you into feeling things you would
Rather not feel?
Is she a demon?
A whore?
A helpless victim?
Do you wish that you could rescue her?
Does she make you feel angry?
Scared?
Are you lost?
Have you forgotten the way home?
Do you long to be reunited in the temple
Of the womb?
She
Keeper of secrets
Mother of
Oneness
The original ecstasy
Do you remember?
Breasts
Soft forgiving endless love
The nectar of the heart
Eyes that gaze into the deepest corners of your
Soul
The ocean of her belly rocking
Free and full and vital as
You sucked and ached with such sweet
Longing
Your tender heart
Broke open wide
Dissolving into All of Everything
Do you See?
Who you really Are?
Life is a Mystery
Sex is How We Remember.
-Maya Luna
From Holy Darkness: A Tantric Opus
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