This moment holds the promise of all that we will
ever need or desire. There is no future event that
will bring us to enlightenment. We are enlightened.
We are light. Only waiting for the folds of time to
part…revealing the essence of our true nature.
We spend a large part of our lives seeking. When we
are not seeking…we grasp. Our life’s energy is limited
towards specific outcomes, material goals and possessions.
This is not to imply that having the finer things in life is not a
worthy ambition. We deserve what we feel we deserve.
Yet soon…even the most worthy of goals and achievements
where thin. We wish for more. And having attained a measure
of more…. we wish to hold the unholdable. And so our energies
drain.
No moment holds more promise for awakening than the moment when
two lovers meet in sexual delight. No moment holds greater potential
for futile seeking and grasping as well. Men strive hard towards orgasm.
Women wish to hold a fleeting moment to their hearts. Both are left
unfulfilled and frustrated. Making love is more than a metaphor for
life. It is the method we use for a life of fulfillment or a life lacking depth and
true substance. As in all things…the choice is ours.
We cannot push or strive towards orgasm. Every moment is already
orgasmic. We relax into orgasm. Our breath carries us towards a merging
of energies and spirit. As the breath goes…so goes our energy. If it is rushed
and held captive, high within the chest, our energy, our love, remains blocked.
And with no avenue of escape…both breath and energy explode in an outward
expression of our frustration. Some men call this an orgasm. For women it often
remains hidden in layers of resentment, fear and unfulfilled sexual cravings.
When we ride the ecstatic waves of bliss the breath becomes our life raft
in an ever changing sea of energy and sexuality. The breath tells us everything.
Is it fluid and even…flowing deep, past the bellies and into the root of our sexual
essence? Do we exhale the freshness of our soul to the world? Every breath is a
story of the moment. What stories do we tell?
We cannot chase the breath. We cannot grasp and hold the breath for any length
of time. That’s the lesson. Be the breath. Pull it in deep through the nose, riding
it down into the deepest part of the belly. Feel the natural pause…this is Gods
space…the silence caught in momentary wonder. Exhale. Feel the air…charged
with the giving energy of life and renewal…pass through our natural energetic
centers. Imagine the magic of this air coursing through the bodies of our lovers.
Visualize this golden breath of light touching their heart center. Picture taking
the essence of their breath deeply within ourselves. This is making love.
This is love. There is no mad rush to gain or acquire a new breath.
We know it will soon arrive. This can be our story.
By opening as the breath of sexuality, we tap into the larger, creative
breath of the universe. We are breathed. Sufi poet Rumi tells us that “the
breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.” As the breath of life…we will
hear these secrets. We will know these secrets.
We can have these moments of charged breathing at anytime.
With anyone we wish. We can make love with the stranger at the
bus stop, or the waitress at our favorite restaurant. This is done
quietly in the purity of our hearts. Simply send the charged breath
as an offering of love to their deepest self…a gift from your own
deepest self. Accept the next breath as a gift in return.
And so we make love with and to the world. The breath tells
our story. And so it goes on.
Love,
Eric
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