He is the Master. The real master. The genius. The magician.
The real guru of tantra.
Of tantric kundalini yoga.
A hard way. Very hard.
Because it demands Everything.
With no limits.
With no guards.
And I still need my boundaries.
Need my borders, my safe area.
My ego, my picture of myself.
But I am here.
Looking.
Judging.
Smelling.
Frightened to death.
Attracted to death.
Taking my time,
But my path is with
No escape.
Because he impressed me, to the very roots of my being.
Because his game is so ultimate.
A masterpiece.
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I am not interested in your personal life.
I am interested will you be born in spirit
and let him do the fission of your heart.
I am not interested in your personal problems.
I am interested will you lift your hands towards the sky
and let it clean from you everything that is not
the pure gold of the true life
I am not interested in your dealing with yourself.
I am interested only for the song
that we can sing together
in the Devotion to the Supreme.
Limerick, Ireland,
in meditation, 1st day after return from India

O pour your Mercifulness on me, my Love
So that freely I can fly nearby you
So that love as the River thru my chest is runing
So alive, so powerful as a Woman
O pour your Mercifulness on this world, my Love
On this world fulfilled with the silent call
I am praying to you as a child with an innocent soul
Sincerely and burnt by the stars of yearning
Pour your Mercifulness as a golden water, my Love
Give me your hands, your heart, your whole body
Wash me with Your love and Consciousness
Give me your Thoughts, my Teacher
Connect me with Thyself into Eternity,
into One
Bring me closer to You,
Om
written on the same day, ten years ago
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