He

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.

Three or more In Love

I love you, my love.
And I love that I love you.
And I love all the ones you love
Because you love them.

Tantra

"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

Flame

Erected
As a noon Sun ray
I'm burning
With my eyes closed
Beside You.