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Tantra is about attachment

TANTRIC TAROT

1. Ego – You “Why am I alone?”

The Ego card represents your potential to connect. Tantra is the path of Attachment. We seek balanced, not destructive attachment, synchronous, not disharmonic relationship, a connection that is symbiotic, not exploitative. How can we achieve this? First, we must understand and accept our Self,(Ego) its quirks and flaws, its needs and yearnings. Then we must understand the Other (Lover). After that we must negotiate the rapids of relationship with each other and with the outside world. Danger! Excitement! Ecstasy! Despair…Compassion.
Union.

Let’s set out on a quest of discovery, you and I, using TantricTarot as our guide.

VALENTINE

I sent myself
In a letter
Heart-creased
Like a glove, like an
Anecdote
Too much told
Dear stranger don’t
Lose me I forgot
The rule;
Hold back a copy.

1. The Life Force – Energy “Why do we need each other? “
   Parents can watch this need for The Reciprocal Other awake. At about the age of two the infant, who has belonged to the parents and who has felt like part of them, begins to show a lot of interest in the outside world. But when she sees a pint-sized someone exactly like herself, a certain sparkle comes into her eyes. She wants to clutch, bond with, play with that person. Hang on, because now the thrill-ride is beginning, the search Plato described as our search for our Missing Half. Mating behavior is an even more powerful driver in biology than feeding needs. Mating drives species to extravagant displays of seemingly dangerous behaviors, obsessive building, fighting and positioning. Species who mate for life put themselves through complex effort to secure The One. So this is biology, folks. You are in the grips of an instinctual drive it is pointless to resist. Hang on, and make sure your brain becomes engaged.

Sex cadets

I shall orchestrate your life I say
Make your blood sing woodwind
Stretch my nerve harp-tight
Across your exo-shell
While you, heart racer
Put me through my paces
Pushing your muscle through
The gates of my life
Pushing past theories
of the pluperfect poetical
pushing like
 a downhill artist
the speed racer you claim to be
Speed  devil
Speed demon
Speed dreamer.