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
Category Archives: poetry
Simple Acts of Love
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
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.