To die
with all I have
To die
with all I had
To die
with all I'll ever have
Then, perhaps,
I will be on the start of a Spiritual Journey...
Before the Path
I didn't know for
the Hell in me
Now
I went tru' my Hell
And that is the Difference.
To become free
from my own fears
To become the Master
of my own life
To be free
only to go deeper
into Spirit
"Tantra - as I begin to understand it,
truly and in its deepest sense - is in the art of making love with "ones own" energy - :))
however this may sound."
written in a letter to a friend
about a month ago
My body is more spiritual
Because you've touched it...
You've crossed the forbidden line
And I've enjoyed it
I wanted more
but I have stopped it
To keep this Love high
To keep this Love High
Your lips on my neck
Your hand on my breast
Your energy within me
My energy within you
No contact.
One.
Yearning
Feeling your small kisses
multiplied on my skin
your pale soft lips
stabbed into my heart
Longing
For a decade and then suddenly
your hands crossing forbidden zone
searching for me awaking me
I want you
I love you
I love you
I want you
My friend
My lover
My inner
Invocation...
One cannot give freedom to the other
if has not given freedom to oneself first.
You cannot give as a present
what you do not own first.
And then you've turned me around.
Stars of the Milky Way
and the sound of the Sea
were there for us...
Everything...
Your eyes found mine
The Path was open.
I stood firm
while you explored me
I was touched by the
Tenderness of your skin
My nails caressed your back
for the first time
My fingers were my lips
I kissed your soul
I kissed your heart
I held you as a child
within my warm arms
and loved you
loved you...
Erected
As a noon Sun ray
I'm burning
With my eyes closed
Beside You.
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