tantric

 

Today there aren’t twenty four hours

There aren’t sixty minutes

And you and I

Are bleeding

All basically wet, foggy in our egos

Laying over the horizon together

Parting the atmosphere

Creating the clouds

With new

Unions

My breath with my body, movement defined precisely

My body to my thoughts, caution and courage

My thoughts to stillness, a surrendering

Reconciliation of debate, night to day

All firmly yoked

We travel even as we pause

Both masculine and feminine

Balance of tensions

I am here the base

Rooted

Planted, platitudes, pleading

Praying because in that there is focus

Determination

The hope that breaks out

Color

Zealous spectrum

I have become space

Listening as the universe hums

Loving the sound that you make….

Reviews

[Em]

I really like this. It is beautifully written.