Becoming The Chalice by Maya Luna

“I wanted to know Truth

So I stopped looking

I Opened my body

Until Truth found

Me

I wanted to know Love

So I stopped missing it’s

Absence

I Savored every texture

In the wilderness of this

Moment

Until finally Love revealed

Me

I wanted to know Power

So I stopped pushing my will

Onto reality

I Let Go from deep inside

Until the Power moved

Me

I wanted to know Passion

So I stopped reaching for

Perfection

I let my heart melt

Into the flame

Of Life’s longing

Until Passion became one with

Me

I wanted to know Creation

So I merged with the pulse

At the core of Existence

I wanted to know Innocence

So I Drank my own

Presence

I wanted to know God

So I dropped the arrow of My body

And finally remembered to

Receive

They told me waking up

Was a complicated affair

They told me to cut myself

Apart

Who would have thought that

Flesh and blood contained

The Mystery of Existence

Would would have thought

That the Elixir was

Inside me

They wrote all the books

And gave all the talks

I never knew my own

Body

Was

The Teacher”

c/o Deep Feminine Mystery School

www.deepfemininemysteryschool.com

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The Woman Who Has Herself

by Maria Harchanan Kaur

When a woman has herself

you can enter or leave her life

you can flatter or judge her

and she, she will receive or say goodbye to you kindly

and she will thank you and understand your shadows

because she already knows hers.

You probably won’t tolerate it and at the same time

you want to own it and you will end up walking away

from her if you don’t have the courage to respect her.

When a woman has herself

the Universe Dances at her feet, and She rises.

She becomes compassionate.

She chooses.

She is aware.

She gives and receives Love.

It is easy to recognize it.

The woman who has herself

she smiles in the sun as in the storm.

She celebrates life and understands death.

She lives and dances the processes.

She doesn’t have a hue, she’s a rainbow.

Matt Helm’s She Trusts Me

She’s always wanted a secure man, a powerful man.

Her nervous system relaxes in my presence 

after years of being on high alert.

Constantly feeling unsafe and unseen,  she shapeshifts.

She’s been judged, manipulated, lied to, taught to please, 

and be what others want, especially men.

Enough of this.  

She’s beyond enough.  She’s powerful.  She is incredible.  She’s extraordinary.

She trusts me because I see her with these eyes, 

with the entirety of my beingness and I let her know in every way I know how to communicate it … that I see her.

She trusts me because I am an uncaged man in my power.

Freedom is my Essence.

I don’t react, I respond.

She trusts me because I invite her wild feminine essence out to play and I can hold it.

She trusts me because  I am genuinely curious about her, I have done my inner work.

She trusts me and extends her sacred invitation to hold her complete surrender.

Her exquisite surrender, a wealth beyond all wealth, to hold a women’s deep surrender.

Holding her grief, her longing, her sacred rage, her primal throbbing, and her dripping ecstasy.

Every women wants to go to her own truth, to let go completely into the flow of love

But not just with any man.

Sadly most women will never experience this level of trust and will never completely surrender.

To experience this level of trust and surrender requires a man to reclaim his essential nature, his powerful masculine essence.

She trusts me because I have made the sacred journey back to myself.

She trusts me because I have worked through my core wounding, 

because I have faced my deepest pain and reclaimed my true self.

She feels safe because I have spent thousands of hours in psychoanalysis, meditation, Yoga, with countless coaches, mystics, teachers, shamans, plant medicine, and mediums.

She feels safe with me because I know that at one point in my life I wasn’t safe to her or myself.

She feels safe with me because I don’t want to take from her, 

I want to give in sacred union.

She feels safe because she knows I’ve got her. 

I claim her heart.

I Believe in Men by Rishima

“I believe in Sensitive and Kind Men.

I believe in the mystical men who believe in themselves.

I believe in men who seek temperance and peace inside them.

I believe in men poets, dreamers, magicians, writers, alchemists, artists, teachers, and angels.

I believe in men who like to dance and sing and make life a celebration.

I believe in men who embrace their wounded inner child, listen to him and embrace him true.

I believe in men who want to heal and help others to heal.

I believe in men who refuse to be slaves to their own wound and that despite the pain, they clean it and heal it patiently, with love and courage.

I believe in men who come from the stars and remember the power of their wings, the power of their hands and the power of their heart.

I believe in men who know of intuition and use it as their compass.

I believe in men who share freedom because they are free and do not know another way to live.

I believe in the men protective of women’s energy, who know how to read the look of their beloved and who do not intend to change it, simply accompany it wisely on their flight.

I believe in full men who don’t need anything from outside because they already know that everything has it inside.

I believe in men who make fire when they are cold, that take refuge in water when they are thirsty.

I believe in men with truthful eyes they see themselves and that’s why they love and respect every creature exists on earth.

I believe in men, perfectly imperfect, because it is in that imperfection is where they also find their beauty.

I believe in sensitive men who know how to receive and give love in balance, who listen and who also speak, those who live and let them live.

I believe in men who live sexuality as sacred, because they know that it is a wonderful gift.

I believe in men with clear feelings, which are accessible.

I believe in men who walk barefoot and speak to the plants.

I believe in the tender and wild men at the same time.

I believe in the sacred male and in all the divinity they have stood.”

Love’s Desires

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must need have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Kahlil Gibran in The Prophet

Fire Me Up

author Cristina Gecolea, snapchat filtered image

(verses written today while sunbathing)

I feel your brightness
Caressing me
Your energy, warm
Delighting me

Vibrating, Pulsating, Gyrating
Power
Uplifting, Freeing
Light
Nourishing, Strengthening
Spirit
All here
Just for me

The clouds can only hide you
Temporarily
Your beauty beckons to me
Eternally
And so I return to you
Eagerly
Thank you for healing me
Perpetually

Sex Power by Osho

The following passage is from spiritual teacher Osho a.k.a. Rajneesh:

The sex inside man, his/her libido, is even more vital than electricity. A minute atom of matter annihilated an entire hundred thousand people in the city of Hiroshima, but an atom of man’s energy can create a new life, a new person! Sex is more powerful than an atom bomb. Have you ever thought about the infinite possibilities of this force, about how we can transform it to better mankind?

An embryo can become a Gandhi, a Mahavir, a Buddha, a Christ. An Einstein can evolve from it; a Newton can be manifest in it. An infinitely small atom of sex energy has a towering person like Gandhi manifest in it! But we are not inclined to even try to understand sex. We have to summon immense courage even to talk about it in public. What kind of fear is it that plagues us, so that we are not prepared to understand the force out of which the whole world is born?

What is this fear? Why does sex alarm us so? People were shocked when I spoke about sex at the first meeting last month, in Bombay. I received many angry letters asking me not to talk in this fashion, letters saying I should not speak on this subject at all. I wonder why one should not discuss this subject? When this urge is already inherent in us, why should we not talk about it? Unless we can understand its behavior, can analyze it, how can we hope to raise it to a higher plane? By understanding it we can transform it, we can conquer it, we can sublimate it.

My point is that those who forbid talk about sex are the same people who have pushed humanity into an abyss of sex. Those who are frightened of sex, and have therefore convinced themselves they are innocent of sex, are lunatics. They have conspired to make the whole world a gigantic asylum.

Unending Love

My favourite love poem by Rabindranath Tagore:

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Eternal Romance

I am not afraid to tell you, “I love you.” Your mind may say, “How can you love me when you don’t even know me?” I don’t need to know you. I don’t need to justify my love. I love you because this is my pleasure. Love coming out of me makes me happy, and it’s not important if you reject me because I don’t reject myself. In my story, I live in an ongoing romance, and everything is beautiful for me. To live in love is to be alive again. When you recover your integrity, you always follow love. You live your life as an eternal romance because when you love yourself, it is easy to love everyone else. You love so much that you don’t need anyone else’s love to make you happy.

Don Miguel Ruiz

Mon cœur s’ouvre à ta voix

We haven’t met,

at least, not yet.

You have sent

Me

pictures via WhatsApp . . .

How do I know, you’re who

you say you are?

How do I REALLY know, you’re you?

We have only

spoken on the phone.

And yet . . .

All I know is,

right now,

I LOVE YOU.