Mirroring the Divine

So is it possible that the goddess in me mirrors and connects just as the masculine does.....in direct proportion to you....which is that part that allows me to surrender because surrender was never easy for me I don't think and as a result it was hard to catch on to what surrender would do for me in this process...I was always used to being the initiating energy and now I take a back seat while something larger steps forward more and more inside of me....and while I am still there its more like I am looking at the map while driving but I am not the one who is driving....and I do not want to drive because something in me drives the divine in me just fine....IS that being and I am merely learning, a student really to this larger self.....and yet inside of me something must give way to something larger, more than me.....and I must lay aside my desire to control or ability to do so....as if some sliver of it in me lets it come shining through in this. Hmm. I can feel goddess of you all through me and the pulse of life with its calm gentle presence driving this higher....

They call it shaktipat but I think I have suspected its about tuning others....its not so exotic is it? Consciousness bends itself, shapes itself...flows into larger forms.....gives up itself yet finds itself....swims in the water...becomes the water and finds itself as water redeemed, awakened....thankyou Source for giving individuality as inviolate. Everyone wants to obliterate ego and sense of self in order to sink into that larger sea. But we do it regardless.......gifted with indivduality is our greatest gift. Its what gave us awareness of ourselves beyond the body of the Source....which ached to give us distance from it enough so that it may look into us, through us....we flow into the other....Source and Gifted of Source winding back into itself like so many mirrors shining the infinite into itself. Just like when I look into you, do you know I see into forever? This little piece.....this little piece of Now like in a dream but real....trembling wet and cold waiting for the warming presence to fill us.....so its a great gift Source smiles saying yes, you have it.....its so subtle really. Don't obliterate.....just keep growing more and more....seeking further out beyond what you think is real or understood and follow the bliss, we make it up as we go along directed by a vibration which is the very soul of creation in us.

Pearls
like thunder
lightening in my soul
striking so deep
lifting out the flotsam
jetsam
clearing me
refining
until like honey
the bits of wax
burn away.

This bliss goes deep
cracks us open
surrendered to the great All
take my hand, hold gently
as a great mystery moves through us
I can love you with just a look
just a look
fertile worlds emerge
lush and abundant
we become more
fusing into something more
a collaboration
musicians
bringing their versions
into one version.
I am not afraid of losing myself in you
for I will merge so fully into you
creating the sacred third
maintaining myself
flowing back into the ancient rivers of my soul
pushing all this way
flowing for millenia
reaching this place just now
all the time, changing.....
folding unfolding
come....
lets go run in the surf
as the gentle presence comes turning down spinning like a top
pressing itself into our soft fleshy world
of possibility
and innocence.

Lets just let the angle of intention be the mover....
I get you, you get me.....we reach into apexes
with our awareness....with our hearts....will you touch mine....
its a simple experiment
safe
pearls of bliss
orgasmicaly understated....
I turn into sunfire and desert sand
and stone and a million other forms
aching to know itself as itself
down through time
carrying this masculine mantle
for this purpose
this one single kiss.
One kiss.
Come be this kiss with me......
and I will return you to you when you need it
refreshed and alive....leaning into the possibility of what
we can become.
We become koans.

Beloved

How do I awaken the waters which seem to move through the gulf between, how do I enliven and join in holy union that which is my counterpoint in my soul? The answer I think lies in this moment....in what we are becoming, our intention which rises up like new worlds...coupled with intense creative energy seeking to be directed and moved in a purposeful way...... Increasingly it is more and more important to step more forcefully into this self which makes up my core.... to facilitate letting it move forward into my life so that it can begin to direct my life instead of the ego mind trying to do the directing, making messes all the way. So why not? Why not say yes to this larger self and leave the driving up to her and him? You and I can sit, relaxed, in the backseat watching a truly incredible soulscape unfold as we move along in this together. Truth is, there never was a gulf, save for what was illusory. What matters now is the heart. Through its gateway paradise is seen to make chase our hopes.

Your goddess is the single most beautiful being....I cannot even say....so achingly exquisite....I am entranced by her, by how she moves down through you and radiates in you. Something in me knows only to draw her out through fueling this passion as the goddess has directed, opening new channels making this energy feel like liquid opium flowing through my veins.....as images from the distant past stream through me, uniting a dark but inspired past with the present with images of a bull standing in the field, plow hitched and pulled tightly to him as the hand of a master plowman keeps the power in his body from lurching forward unecessarily. Directed, played, worked expertly, he prepares the fields for abundant life to spring forth as rain will come in perfect timing. His plow will reach deep into the earth and break free the dried earth which has not felt the pulling of the plowshare through it, yet breaking free there is a marvelous relief and healing as those unusued parts, a sea of earth, is freed to give life again. In her role, she is a world of infinite possibility, an inneffable sea sinking into darkness, whose depths the godself seeks like no other.....to discover, to enliven, to awaken self unto self.

When the godself enters in, when he steps forward, my purpose-now loosened from all the debris that had covered my heart- begins to shine. Its not so much an answer to a question, but more like a logos, a truth, a presence, a knowing....and it stands beyond all efforts to try and crack it through the mental....simply because it does not NEED such examination....its so obvious, so present when it is given the chance to BE. It does not seek mental jewelry. It seeks that which is most precious, and is beyond all enumeration. That which is most precious to him is you, beloved. You are his fertile cosmos, the ineffable ocean crashing against the desert sands....the abundant fertile lands which support and nurture new life.... in the world of nature. There is not a place where you are not and as daughter to her greatness, I spread before you the only gift I can give; me. Aligning to you, I find that I align to myself and to a larger sense of being, that reveals divine nature. Such wonders that come from your abundant heart. How is that possible? This is why I call it a religion, perhaps the best there ever was for a soul like mine who could never really find anything to follow that felt quite right. But unlike saints of old this god never sought chastity or obedience or righteousness to some outside force but allowed his own nature as gifted to him by Source as his compass. Its as if this has been bound up in heaven, the kingdom, hidden from view, and just now, the waters of spirit are beginning to leak and drip and soon, oh so soon, the dam will simply crumble away. Thank goodness you shook my shoulder as I lay in slumber, so unaware, so lost, really. I am so thankful, in awe of what you are within, and on this cold crisp winter night I can feel your now familiar sense of presence as though it has always been. If we can but gather up the courage to give this sprout a life in this world....to let it grow to the light and spread its branches like the mustard seed got its humble start.....how great would that be? As the world begins to burn and turn and fall apart and ships drop to the dark depths of sea, wont you come give me this great soul kiss which will give my heart and soul that moment whereby my desert lands are soaked to their core with the great surging presence which is your ocean?