Sex = SOULMATES “Soulmates: born or created?”

In the Tantric Garden, Sex is sacred. In blindness we reach out to touch, to connect. The garden of existence demands that we inhale life through our every pore, and the central need of life is that we must share the flame that warms us or risk its ultimate extinction. There could be no garden without the mystery and joy of pollination and propagation; doubling and tripling not just our chances of survival but intensifying our savor and our senses. The garden becomes a hugely hungry mouth, a pulsating groin, and we moan with it. The shock of the sublime. To live the dream is to become the dream. We are constituted for pleasure; igniting a increasing pleasure in a firework display that mimic the creation of the universe itself. Relationships solidify; two strengthen into one; frail flesh solidifies and love itself becomes unbreakable.

Spring is mating. We are searching for our lost half, our better AND our worser self. As we transform from a helpless to an intentional person, we seek the self we have been all along, as they seek themselves in us.

#HAIKU: Soulmates

Need-flushed we
drench the dust with liquid fire
doubling to propel the
spring