Tantra

It is evening once again and once again I find myself alone.

It is not an undesirable space, but the emptiness brings to mind

where it is I long to be.

And the thought of you comes

unbidden into my mind.

And once again I find myself caught up in this vision of

the consummate sexual encounter.

It is a dance full of the most exquisite sensations imaginable,

where nothing that is desired is taboo and no desires

are left untold.

But it is not about physical sensations or the attainment

of orgasms.

These things are merely the form that is taken by this

most exquisite of all rituals.

We come together and perform this dance in order to become

lost in one another and, through this selfless act,

to heal the separateness into which we have been born.

Through absolute devotion to the truth and the cultivation of

intimacy,

we are able to take the profane and by way of our love

to make it sacred.

An eternal moment is manifest, into which we blissfully dissolve,

and thereby experience the two

becoming one.

And when we emerge back into our separate identities, we are

forever changed by this experience.

The separateness is apparent, but it is no longer real.

We have touched and become the truth,

and the true nature of love becomes known to us.

But it is only a vision, a dream, a desire to become

one with the beloved.

It cannot become reality until your desire to transcend

this separateness

becomes stronger than your fear of where intimacy

may take you.

For it requires total surrender.

And so, once again, I find myself alone and longing for

someone to dance with.

What else is there to do?