Showing posts with label tantra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tantra. Show all posts
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Vajrayana - the diamond truth

Love Tantra Poetry
I will
give this Sermon Naked
Like St Francis once did
A jongleur for God
An inspiring holy madman
With the knowledge that
Only NAKED IS true
Like St Francis once did
A jongleur for God
An inspiring holy madman
With the knowledge that
Only NAKED IS true
I will
raise this cup
For Vajrayana – the diamond truth
Where thunderbolt unites with lotus
Upaya with Prajna
For Vajrayana – the diamond truth
Where thunderbolt unites with lotus
Upaya with Prajna
Ida with
Pingala
Yin with
Yang
Vratyas & Dakinis will dance their sacred dance
United with Shakti,
Vratyas & Dakinis will dance their sacred dance
United with Shakti,
Shiva
will whisper
Into her
ear
The secret of Eternal Bliss
The secret of Eternal Bliss
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Vajrayana
Friday, August 08, 2008
To Nuit

Love Tantra Poetry
Ecstatic to meet You
every time one of us
opens the door of blossom,
of expanssion,
of splendor,
of joy,
of beauty
Ecstatic to meet You
within the petals
that open within my mind vision
every time
You take my thirsty heart
into the vertigo
of Your Nothingness
and the cosmic connection
painting by: A. Andrew Gonzalez
Labels:
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enlightenment,
god,
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poem of the day,
poems,
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tantra,
thelmic doctrine,
wisdom
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Living Waters and Tantra

Love Tantra Poetry
I am moving through the Living Waters
That IS the main differencebetween
mine
and other Spiritual Paths
From one bank to the other
up and down the stream
through the moving rivers
wild and fast
Accepting challenges, taking more
through the fire of the centre of
the flow
climbing the mountain tops
descending the Earth's womb
Through the torrent and whirl-pools
& calm, expanding seas
receiving the pure, celestial touch
I am moving through
the Living Waters
Check our Patanjali Yoga Sutras
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poems,
tantra
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Tantric Goddess
Love Tantra Poetry: Tantric Goddess
travelling through towns of truth
somewhere - deep within the twilight shadows
sometime - far from the mighty 'now'
i came across an alley - hidden -
amongst the sky-scrapers, street-markets, and
maze of walls of brain cells that had not be used - for ever(!?!)
- of a tantric goddess
i dived into her worlds
without an invitation
knowing
that innocence will guide me
what an experience!!!
unforgettable...
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thelma and Agape

to invoke her Majesty Kundalini
In the world where adept dies and blooms as a Lotus
The perfection of Union is Silent
The desire for Beauty awakes the Dolphine
that possesses the Soul
keeping it under the Abyss - giving It the Madness of Pan
seaking the totality of all possible 'do'-s
jumping into the river full of streams of thoughts, feelings, action
Until
The steady sound of Harph stills Its mind
freeing it from its grossness and violence
destroying the illusions
of shame and desires,
and loathsome forms of ego-structures
until the Faun appears - accepting Its True NatureAiming at Perfection - day after day
Purging all of 'I's - uniting with 'All'
the Will finally becomes the Self
the Faun transforms into the Unicorn that knows the life of pure joy
and have only thoughts of clarity and splendour
Through Silence - ecstasy transcends expression
The Soul is Freed
Labels:
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divine potential,
love,
meditation,
nuit,
poetry,
samadhi,
tantra
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Fate or Coincidence?

and a shoe that was used - 3,000 times
She can so easily touch us,
breaking our vows
into millions of seductions
surrounded by a glow
of grace
that is joy,
sweetness,
and love - by nature divine
mirrored in her eyes are
- our crazy omens, rituals, and spells
She hides in mystical stories
of Armenians,
Assyrians,
Egyptians,
Phoenicians,
Persians, Hebrews...
and raises her wand with laughter profane
above the abyss
She carries her game
mistaken for Essence
She pushes us Forth
to the very end of our limits
to the very top of our climb
photo taken from: http://cristalsecrets.blogspirit.com/
Monday, January 14, 2008
High Priestess

Connecting 'I' with Godhead
The High Priestess guards its doors
She is Shechinah - the Spirit of the Lord
She is the Moon's reflected light
Heavenly Isis's Spiritual Shine
The Mistress of Hidden Wisdom
Stands between two columns - one black, one white
Bathing in the 'borrowed' light
Keeping our Personality she fills us with God
She gives us
Seekers for everlasting Happiness
The most secret & intimate
Initiation
Deck created by Anna Franklin
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
'My one true treasure is Thy blessed feet' Vivekananda
Shiva and Shakti dance
throughout the night
Slowly, slowly - entering the path
of bliss unknown to many
in the rytham of spiral so-ham-so, so-ham-so
to the centre of
annihilation
to the centre of
Life
throughout the night
Slowly, slowly - entering the path
of bliss unknown to many
in the rytham of spiral so-ham-so, so-ham-so
to the centre of
annihilation
to the centre of
Life
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Tantra
I gained
knowledge of the stars
climbing
504 steps towards the heavens
&
knowledge of Tantra
decending 504 steps
into the abyss
Can you do that too?
Rise and dive freely
following the flow
of Her secret fire
that sleeps hidden
within your spine
Learning the essence
of the 4th
Sacret Path
that is
shortest
driest &
the most dangerous
one
knowledge of the stars
climbing
504 steps towards the heavens
&
knowledge of Tantra
decending 504 steps
into the abyss
Can you do that too?
Rise and dive freely
following the flow
of Her secret fire
that sleeps hidden
within your spine
Learning the essence
of the 4th
Sacret Path
that is
shortest
driest &
the most dangerous
one
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Secret

there is a Word I am searching for today
a word of sorrow or a word of joy
a word of love or a word of hate
I know it is there - I saw its tale and horns and marrow
I hear it knocking - passing the sound
of Enlightenment?
of Life?
of Hope?
of Moksha - not Mukti!
of Nivana's glow?
of 1000s of Lung Ta flying in the air?
of mantras and yantras repeated for eons by many monks?
of the Divine Head and Her five nectars
of awakening of Sushumna Nadi
through Purification & Ecstasy
to Unity of Shiva and Shakti
with Cosmic Consciousness
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
I have respect

I have respect for you - God of Infinity
I have respect for you and your 22 years of marriage
18 years of faithfulness & 7 years of Bramacharia
I have respect for you - the Child of Illusions
We will pick-up the treads of this cloth tomorrow
Today, we will collect the thoughts and flush them into
the loo of the Universe
Where the beginnings are unknown
But we can be certain of the ends
Thursday, August 30, 2007
My Alpha Man

He is the leader of a werewolf pack
A vampire
A God forsaken Knight
He has big shoulders and two dimples on his back
He is strong and dominant
Pacing up and down like a lion awaiting his pray
He is a warrior
A chief
Pacing up and down like a lion awaiting his pray
He is a warrior
A chief
On earth
Long-awaited-materialised Myth
That sails through the battle-field of life
Smoothly
Wearing passion and love as his stride,
With his jaws firmly set
To take care
To protect and
Smoothly
Wearing passion and love as his stride,
With his jaws firmly set
To take care
To protect and
Nurture
Treating children gently
And having as his strongest fetish
And having as his strongest fetish
A fetish of a woman’s foot
Monday, August 27, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007

Your male sun-burnt body that smells of Africa and tiger’s skin
Freely holding your hand in the middle of the crowds
Shouting your name loud and clear so everybody can hear it
There is only one thing I like more than
The way you walk the edge, following the velvet of Her skirt
Daring to say and live the truth openly respecting an eagle within
Without abandoning the long-term nest
There is only one thing I like more than
The sound of the sea that safely sleeps within your head
Fighting for love, knowing that love is not a cake that
Can not be cut and shared and baked over and over again
There is only one thing I like more than
The warmth of the centre of your palm that shreds tears of love
Your desire to be naked wherever and whenever you can
That is now hidden underneath all that useless clothes
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Shakti dance

disguised as a thought foot-print
rocking life
rolling ships
hiding within a tide of God
borrowed from the sea
a question
Why?
Amidst the journey
Amin - cracked the clouds
Amin - of Her Will
Stubbornness of Love rebelled
hold-on the Mighty-One
hold-on
Are we allowed just to taste it &
not to live it?
Are we allowed just a glimpse
of Her shadow, just a touch of Her veil
Hold-on!
All the demons of life and
Thought- that we are buried under
Fight with knights and princesses
of this world
Against
Her supreme manifestation
Against
Her Majesty awakened state
Against
Her abode on Earth
What I dared I wished
What I wished I lived
Can I live It?
Labels:
Force of Life,
nuit,
poetry,
shakti,
tantra
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
Touched by Shining Love
I was touched by shining love
transformed and taken into the universes
of clarity and mental strength
of training and perfection
of Wisdom that manifests as Light
I was touched by shining love
by Spirit warriors, dancers, & followers of Life
that Know but still don't know that they know
that feel and act and ARE
within the world of Enlightened Few
transformed and taken into the universes
of clarity and mental strength
of training and perfection
of Wisdom that manifests as Light
I was touched by shining love
by Spirit warriors, dancers, & followers of Life
that Know but still don't know that they know
that feel and act and ARE
within the world of Enlightened Few
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Her Majesties Wisdom
Fate like a jackal feeds amongst
the tombs of past beliefs
digging deep into the wounds
of what you and me once called hope
I pondered sometime
at my first glimpse of the Temple
of human flash, of burning hearts
of confused whispers and determined sights
We all know the road - it is so clear
to the bottom of the spine
to our ancestor’s accumulated wisdom
to love that has no lines, has no ends
We can take it in - I promise - try!
the magic and mystery hidden
within the walls of two that could be many
scratch the surface, break into its core
What is our Goddess's name?
Where does the secret sleep? Is it within the Stone? Or Sun? Or Sea?
And with the minds of two, can we dream to comprehend
Her message of many?
the tombs of past beliefs
digging deep into the wounds
of what you and me once called hope
I pondered sometime
at my first glimpse of the Temple
of human flash, of burning hearts
of confused whispers and determined sights
We all know the road - it is so clear
to the bottom of the spine
to our ancestor’s accumulated wisdom
to love that has no lines, has no ends
We can take it in - I promise - try!
the magic and mystery hidden
within the walls of two that could be many
scratch the surface, break into its core
What is our Goddess's name?
Where does the secret sleep? Is it within the Stone? Or Sun? Or Sea?
And with the minds of two, can we dream to comprehend
Her message of many?
Labels:
divine potential,
nuit,
poetry,
tantra
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