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.”

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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

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.

Odes of Solomon

You split me, and tore my heart open.

You filled me with love.

You poured your spirit into mine.

Now I know you as I know myself.

 

Favourite from Rumi

Oh Beloved,
take me.
Liberate my soul.
Fill me with your love and
release me from the two worlds.
If I set my heart on anything but you
let fire burn me from inside.

Oh Beloved,
take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.

~ Rumi

Tantric

 

You can chat all you want, but nothing aligns her as love’s light more quickly than absolute presence: gazing deeply into her eyes, touching her with fearless confidence and sensitivity, feeling deeply into her heart without pulling back, claiming her by relaxing as the pervading consciousness that already is entering and opening her, now, before any genitals are even involved.

David Deida

Boundaries

by Jeff Foster

A true boundary doesn’t trap you inside.
It doesn’t mean you must close your heart.
It’s not a ‘No’ to the other’s existence, but a YES to you.
To your voice. Your delicate heart. Your truth.
Your path, however uncertain you feel.
Your way. Honouring it. What you need, what you feel. What you don’t.
What feels right, and what doesn’t.

It’s not an attack on the other, even if it feels that way to them.
You can’t control their feelings, of course.
But you can honour your own.
(And you can understand their disappointment too).
You can’t change their thoughts. That is certain.
But you can allow your own.

From a place of deep acceptance,
from a total alignment with the way things are,
grounded in love,
rooted in the undulating breath,
you find yourself saying ‘No’.
And the ‘No’ has the power of life in it;
it emanates from a deep YES to existence,
and contains no violence, only truth, dignity.

You have a right to your ‘No’
and a right to your ‘Yes’.

True boundaries do not block love; they protect it,
allow it to flourish, freely,
in the deeper YES of unbounded presence.

Discover Love

 

Passage from chapter 6 of A Bird on the Wing by Osho:

Go on discovering love within you. And if you love, sooner or later the person will happen to you, because a loving heart, sooner or later, comes to a loving heart – it always happens. You will find the right person. But if you are jealous you will not find, if you are simply for sex you will not find, if you live only for security you will not find.

Love is a dangerous path and only those who have courage can travel it. And I say to you it is the same, just like meditation – only for those who are courageous. And there are only two ways to reach the divine: either meditation or love. Find out which is your way, which can be your destiny.

Her Kiss

by Jodi Picoult

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.

Sensualizing Me

Breaking my heart open increases my capacity for loving. It allows the full spectrum of feelings available to me due to a new-found increased sensitivity! It’s a gift that allows me to go deeper into self-exploration.

Our ability to FEEL in the heart infuses our ability to OPEN to more Shakti and pleasure everywhere else. We cannot have one without the other. Our capacity to ride the waves of our emotional life, deeply feeling and surrendering to what moves through our heart, is intimately connected with our experience of allowing waves of ecstasy, orgasm and sexual bliss to move through our body.

Lisa Schrader