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Sex Magic

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The alchemy of Tantra, the magic of love and sex
Is the marriage of conflict and harmony, the lover and warrior,
Communing the inner and outer,
The resistance of your skin, the boundary of your being
Is the source of your sensuality, of your pleasures and pains, in all its forms
The fire of desire, desperation and fear distills the reality of you
Incarnate
It’s how you can give vision body
Transforming your relationships with yourself and your world
Manifesting your highest and darkest dreams
As expressions of your greatness, your power
The structure of ritual is the ground that frees inspiration
Intimacy brings reality inside you
Exploding sacred passion up your back
Leaving you boundless
The Goddess and God breathing the universe into existence

Simple Acts of Love

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Simple Acts Of Love
By Christopher Michaels © 2006

Love is when two rainforests meet in all their lush luxury with differences remaining yet they merge

Sit quietly with yourself, allowing yourself to be who you are in all your shame, rage, fear, weakness, strength and beauty

Wait for the silence

Be comfortable with your silence and your voice

Leave room for the stories of others

Feel yourself part of your relationships – you are affects and affecting, you are effects and effecting

Act in ways that enlarge everyone

Resist acting to enlarge yourself at the cost of others

Touch with all of who you are, as if you’ve been in solitary confinement for most of your life

Your ambition is good if it takes your friends and enemies with you to the top

Breath

Let yourself breath with your whole body

Relax

Relax your shoulders, relax your hips, relax your legs, relax your back, relax the drive to be other than who you are… now, relax the drive to push others to be… anything

Feel tall

Feel comfortable in your skin

Leave room for them to feel comfortable in their skin

Turn off your mobile phone

Listen

Listen with your ears, listen with your eyes, listen with your body, listen with your mind and your wholeness

Listen from the silence within, the silence between and under your drive to show yourself, to prove your point

Show your Self in a way that encourages them to show themselves, let them feel your interest in finding out who they are, now, and were, then and want to be

Hug often

Enjoy the struggle to share an exposed moment free of fear

Stand in your integrity while supporting theirs

Their fears and imperfections, and their defences against them, deserve your love just as yours do

Let them feel held, allow yourself to feel held

Let them feel the absence of shame, let yourself feel its absence too

Let them know you understand their vulnerabilities by showing yours

Let them feel their strength by showing yours

Let them feel your respect by giving yours

Imagine what it would feel like to have no fear, no need for strength, to be emotionally naked

Learn to ask good questions based on an excitement about who people really are and what they really need including what scares you about them

Take charge when they need it, let them take charge when you need it

Don’t take charge, don’t help, don’t offer solutions when it is the easy way, only do it when it will enlarge all of you, including them

Help them give themselves what they need and want

Resist the temptations of feeling attacked

Resist the temptations of bringing history into the present

Resist the mask of habit with the freedom of joyous spontaneity shared

Resist the shame-filled belief you need to change, without resisting change

Resist the idea that love is simple

A Tantric Food Experience Poem

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Mushrooms and Halloumi

© Christopher Michaels 2012

breakfast is ended
the flavour of fried halloumi and mushrooms has me stuck in time
or is it out of time
the poached eggs were… well poached eggs
the pesto on the toast was buried under them
they were the symphony that supported the duet
the first taste of the mushrooms had me alive to my body,
just the torso
then a bite of the eggs with the toast and pesto calms me
until…
a small nibble of the halloumi fried just right
and I am full bodied alive feet, hands, thighs and arms
I am greed and gluttony
but woofing it down fast will end it too soon
so back to the eggs and toast
then another mushroom tasting with the whole tongue
and a piece of the halloumi…
and time is slowing
each cell of my tongue is awake wondering how long it has been asleep
“is the person who did this to me available for marriage?”
the music has faded, the voices around me are dead
a galaxy inside the space of my mouth overpowering me
possessing my body
finally the last bite brings regret
I sit
a stare
hoping to somehow freeze time
a beautiful behind walks into view
a shadow of my usual response
I am lost in time and space desperate that it won’t restart
that I won’t be found
the beautiful pineapple, lemon and ginger juice warms
a universe decays, gods die
I blink and a poem writes itself
I take a drink of the juice

this was an experience I recently had…
here something for you to consider… … balancing external focus with internal focus is one of the essences of tantra… many of us are so inwardly focussed that we forget, as the poet says, to smell the roses. I once spent 3 months taking the time each day to give total undistracted sensual attention and awarenss to the preparation and eating of at least one meal a day. The aim is to use every sense with as much focus as possible. If you can share this with someone of like mind then all the better.