Posted on Sunday 15 August 2010
A few days ago, after a particularly exquisite evening with my wife Chameli, I put this post up on Facebook before going to bed:
“I have had many, many great teachers in my life. A super abundance. No one and nothing comes close to the woman who is now asleep in the bedroom. My marriage has become the guru, the salvation, the muse, the crack through which the divine shines through.”
When I woke up the next morning, there were the usual offerings of people who liked the post as well as comments. One man had the vulnerability and courage to post this on facebook:
“Thank you Arjuna for this sharing, I feel like [I’m] in front of a choice which is between feeling envious of what you have and I don’t, or instead to decide that ‘I want that too,’ and, as you show, it is possible…”
I was touched.
Over the next days, I got several more messages like this from men: vulnerable men, honest men, rare and courageous men. They came in as private messages on Facebook or through our website, and they all said basically the same thing: “I read your Facebook post. I want what you have. Show me how to get it.”
So, friends, here it is. The short guide on how to worship a woman, and why it’s the wisest thing that a man can do. First of all, lets pop a few very understandable doubts that you might have. I’m familiar with all of them.
1. “I’m wounded and damaged in my relationships to the feminine.” So am I, dear brother, so am I. My parents divorced in a messy way when I was four. I grew up alone with my mother. She did her very best to provide for me, but she was unhappy and insecure. By the time I started to have relationships with women myself in my early teens, I discovered that I had a mountain of resentments, fears, and separation in my relation to the feminine. The conscious practice of worship can become a part of healing the wounds.
2. “Arjuna, you’re lucky. You’ve got an incredible partner. I’m together with a woman who’s not like Chameli.” I really don’t have the ultimate answer to that doubt or question. It certainly could seem to be the case that I’ve been lucky in finding a great woman, but here’s how it happened for me. I’ve had a lot of less lucky connections in my life. I’ve experienced my share of the manipulative side of the feminine: the victim, the rageful, the vengeful. And I have seen the ugly side of the masculine psyche in myself. A few weeks prior to meeting Chameli, my wife, something deep and profound shifted in me, which I believe can shift for anyone in the same way.
3. “I don’t have a partner at all, and I sometimes doubt if I’ll ever meet anybody.” Being with a partner where worship is not flowing, or not being with a partner at all, are basically two aspects of the same situation: you’ve had an intuition or a glimpse of the possibilities of a deeper love, and you want more of it. The solutions are the same.
4. “I feel my heart is closed down. I live in my head a lot, and I wouldn’t even know what worship was if it broke into my house at 2 o’clock in the morning and held me at gunpoint.” That’s where the whole thing starts for all of us, when we realize that we don’t yet know how to love. And that’s that the big question that you have to consider: “Is that okay with me?” Never mind how much money you make, or how many friends you have on Facebook, no matter how nice a house you live in, or no matter how big a car you drive, no matter how impressive your partner’s bust size, or how much you meditate and become spiritual… have you loved for real, in a total and undefended way? If not, and here’s where you have to be honest with yourself, is that OK with you? Is it OK to die one day without the heart’s gift having been fully given?
Eight or nine years ago, I came to that question in myself, exactly that, and I discovered that the answer was, if I was was raw and vulnerable and uncomplicated, that it was actually not OK. If I died one day without having fully loved, it would not have truly been a life well lived.
Many many years ago, I went to Bali for a vacation, on my own. I met up with some other young travelers there and we hired a Jeep to take us on a tour of the island. We drove up right to the highest point of the island, where Tourists don’t usually go. Our guide took us to one of the most sacred temples. It was surrounded by a big brick wall with an ornate entrance. After removing our shoes and wrapping scarves around our heads, we stepped together through this entrance. Inside, there was a short courtyard and then another brick wall with another entrance. After more preparations of lighting incense and giving offerings, we stepped through the second entrance. We were allowed to go through the opening in one more wall, but that was it. All together there were ten walls around the deity in the middle. Hindus could go beyond the fourth wall. Devotees of that particular deity could go beyond the fifth wall, and so it went on. The only people allowed to approach the deity directly were those who had given their lives completely and totally to its worship. Everyone else could come a little closer, a little closer, to the innermost beauty, but not all the way to the center.
I’m not a big believer of the worship of statues, but there’s a beautiful symbolism to what I saw there, because a woman’s heart is just like that. At the essence of every woman’s heart is the divine feminine. It contains everything that has ever been beautiful, or lovely, or inspiring, in any woman, anywhere, at any time. The very essence of every woman’s heart is the peak of wisdom, the peak of inspiration, the peak of sexual desirability, the peak of soothing, healing love. The peak of everything. But it’s protected, for good reason, by a series of concentric walls. To move inwardly from one wall to the next requires that you intensify your capacity to devotion, and as you do so, you are rewarded with Grace. This is not something you can negotiate verbally with a woman. She doesn’t even know consciously how to open those gates herself. They are opened magically and invisibly by the keys of worship.
If you stand on the outside of the outermost wall, all you have available to you, like many other unfortunate men, is pornography. For $1.99 a minute, you can see her breasts, maybe her vagina, and you can stimulate yourself in a sad longing for deeper love.
Step through another gate, and she will show you her outer gift-wrapping. She’ll look at you with a certain twinkle in her eye. She’ll answer your questions coyly. She’ll give you just the faintest hint that there is more available.
Step through another gate with your commitment, with your attention, with the small seedlings of devotion, and she’ll open her heart to you more. She’ll share with you her insecurities, the way that she’s been hurt, her deepest longings. Some men will back away at this point. They realize that the price they must pay to go deeper is more than they are willing to give. They start to feel a responsibility. But for those few who step though another gate, they come to discover her loyalty, her willingness to stick with you no matter what, her willingness to raise your children, stick up for you in conversation, and, if you are lucky, even pick up your dirty socks now and then. And so it goes on. You’ve got the gist by now.
Somewhere around the second wall from the center, she casts the veils of her personality aside, and shows you that she is both a human being and also a portal into something much greater than that. She shows you a wrath that is not hers, but all women’s. She shows you a patience that is also universal. She shows you her wisdom. At this point you start to experience the archetypes of women, who have been portrayed as goddesses and mythological figures in every tradition.
Then, at the very center, in the innermost temple itself, all the layers of your devotion are flooded with reward all at once. You discover the very essence of the feminine, and in a strange way that is not exactly romantic, but profoundly sacred all the same, you realize that you could have got here with any woman if you had just been willing to pass through all the layers of initiation. Any woman is every woman, and every woman is any woman at the same time. When you love a woman completely, at the very essence of her being, this is the one divine feminine flame. It is what has made every woman in history beautiful. It’s the flame behind the Mona Lisa, and Dante’s Beatrice, and yes, also Penelope Cruz and Heidi Klum. You discover the magic ingredient which has lead every man to fall in love with a woman.
When you learn how to pay attention to the essence of the feminine in this way, you fall to the floor in full body prostration, tears soaking your cheeks and clothes, and you wonder how you could have ever taken Her, in all of Her forms, for granted even for a second.
So just a couple small questions remain. First, do you get what I’m talking about? Does it jive for you? Does it make sense? And second, if yes, how are you going to get from where you are now to being able to the full capacity of your heart to love for real? I’d be glad to share more about this if we get to know each other better, but here’s how you get started.
First, do what I did, and create an altar in your room dedicated to Divine Feminine. Put only symbols of the feminine on it. I have a painting called “Beatrix” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. I have a statue of Quan Kin. Populate your altar with anything that reminds you of the feminine, and spend a few minutes of the day in worship. Yes, worship. Adoration. Devotion. Offer up rose petals. Offer poems. Offer everything, and beg Her to reveal Her innermost essence to you. This will work miracles whether you’re single and waiting to meet the right woman or whether you’re already in relationship and long to meet your woman in a deeper way.
The second way to get started: make a practice, a discipline, of telling your woman, or any woman, ten times a day something which you adore about her. “I love the smell of your shampoo.” “I love the way you laugh.” “The color of your eyes is so beautiful.” Of course, you need to keep it appropriate. You can go as far out on a limb as you like if you’re in relationship with a woman, but with anyone else remember the gates. Keep you communication appropriate to the gate number that you find yourself at. Appreciation the curve of a woman’s breast, for example, if she happens to be the cashier at the supermarket, would equate more to harassment than worship.
So here’s enough to get started. Of course, there’s a lot more we can say about this. Feel free to post your comments below, and I’ll use them as the foundation for future blogs.
Follow Arjuna Ardagh on Twitter: www.twitter.com/awakeningcoach
by Tanya, Ph.D.
Tantric love-making is a matter of the heart and feelings. The two partners come to each other from the sacred heart space and meet each other on the level of their high being – that part of them that is their most beautiful, loving, compassionate, up-lifted selves. They honor, cherish and revere each other because they chose to focus on the best in each other, especially during their intimate times together. They bring sacredness to their sexual experiences with each other and yet at the same time free up that part of them that is wild, abandoned, primitive and spontaneous. In normal love-making, the novelty of new lovers keeps them very attentive and honoring with each other and thus the sex is hot. Over-time familiarity steps in and couples become less attentive and honoring with each other, and begin to take each other for granted. They do the same thing over and over again in the same location and, often at the same times, and are not fully attentive as they do it. As a result the sex becomes routine and they lose their desire for each other and become disappointed in their sexual partnership with each other.
Normal sex is a fast moving, continual escalating rise of energy from no excitement to a peak of excitement and orgasm The goal of intercourse is orgasm – an orgasm on the part of the man that comes far too soon for most women to have orgasm during intercourse. Tantric sex has no goal but to enjoy the moment. It is a slow, heart connected, experience with rises and falls of energy and plateaus and multiple peaks that goes on and on over extended time.
With Tantricas, there is a lot of eye contact and heart connection, a lot of playfulness and even silliness. There may be breaks for erotic dancing, snacks, a change of positions, such as from man on top to scissors position, or from sitting in yab yum to anal sex, from sensual massage and erotic sensual delights that pleasure the skin, taste, smell and ears of a blind folded receiver, and that might include sucking liqueur off a breast, or searching for a grape in a yoni (the Tantric term for vagina), to making love in a Tantra swing hung from the ceiling. There is no push for anyone’s orgasm and at no point does anyone want there to be more arousal than there is. The desire only is to totally enjoy whatever is happening and to be fully present to it to all the enjoyment it has to offer.
When a fairly spiritual male friend of mine, who had finally found and was deepening into committed relationship with his soul mate, confided in me he was thinking of being single again, and in the next breath expressed his latest idea for raising consciousness worldwide, I wrote this poem.
If you want to change the world… love a woman-really love her.
Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.
Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-
every winged one, every furry and scaled one,
every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,
every not yet born and dying one…
Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.
If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet,
you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.
If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman
beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,
beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety
and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
We have given ourselves so many choices
we have forgotten that true liberation
comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire
and burning through our resistance to Love.
There is only one Goddess.
Look into Her eyes and see-really see
if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
If not, walk away. Right now.
Don’t waste time “trying.”
Know that your decision has nothing to do with her
because ultimately it’s not with who,
but when we choose to surrender.
If you want to change the world… love a woman.
Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,
beyond your fear of being manipulated
by the Mother inside your head.
Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her.
Say you’re willing to LIVE with her,
plant trees with her and watch them grow.
Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,
by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess
through your adoration and devotion.
If you want to change the world… love a woman
in all her faces, through all her seasons
and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-
your double-mindedness and half-heartedness
which keeps your Spirit and body separate-
which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self
for something to make your life worth living.
There will always be another woman.
Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one
and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,
trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
Man doesn’t need any more choices.
What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,
of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,
of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots
strong enough to hold the Earth together
while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.
If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment
which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.
If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through
until she believes you,
until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
her wildness have returned to her-
until she is a force of love more powerful
than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.
If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…
beyond all of your striving for greatness,
beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you
if you would only take her in your arms
and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.
What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered
through the heart of Woman?
What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine
is the key to opening Her heart?
If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow,
to the highest reaches of your Being,
back to the Garden where you first met her,
to the gateway of the rainbow realm
where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return,
to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.
Rodolfo Young – the Authenticity Muse
Visit Rodolfo’s main site – http://www.totalauthenticity.com
“I am that, which this moment calls forth as my expression.”
Recognized internationally as a teacher, speaker, and healer, Rodolfo has shared the same stage as Deepak Chopra, Marianne Williamson, and other great consciousness leaders.
Rodolfo grew up in San Diego, California where after attending his first 10-day silent course of Vipassana meditation, was inspired to begin teaching.
In San Diego, Rodolfo founded The Center for Connection, a non-profit organization dedicated to the values of presence, trust, and altruism. He has since taken those same principles and carried them into communities worldwide.
In 2008, he took off on a 9-month journey around the globe that landed him in Bali where he continues his work of connecting community, holding space for authentic expression, and giving heart felt hugs. He has over 10 years of experience practicing and teaching these techniques, and has helped hundreds to manifest their deepest desires for joy.
It would be easy to define Rodolfo by the roles that he might play as a teacher or as a healer, but who we truly are, is the essence between those roles and identities. And in this way, Rodolfo is an expert at holding space for the authentic expression of who you are, inside or outside your roles.
Currently, Rodolfo is creating online platforms to accelerate the connection of conscious communities and facilitators. His projects can be seen here – Integrated Potential
Find me on Google – +RodolfoYoung
“My dear beautiful man,
What I relish from you more than anything is presence. I hunger for you to have the capacity to maintain deep, unwavering eye contact, undistracted by anything in the background. I crave your deep, resonant voice, and the slow methodical speed of your well thought out words. I yearn for you to breathe each breath with me and guide me to deepen my presence through example.
I am eager for you to stand strong, tall and powerful without figeting or getting restless. I love it when your face is relaxed enough to take me in with or without smiling, but always with deep breaths and a steady gaze. I love it when your head is held high, your spine is tall, your body looks strong and powerful. I adore it when you can hold me in a tender embrace long enough for me to melt.
I ache for your stability so I can be wild, expressive, and emotional. I want to be able to let go and go crazy with desire, passion, anger or sadness and see you still here and unwavering, just beinglike an eternal mountain range~ grounded and dependable. I long to feel your ability to stay through discomfort.
I love and adore your power because it is great and ferocious, but only when it is fueled by protective love instead of anger or the desire to control. I yearn to feel your devotion instead of any agenda to fix, solve, or match my energy. I want you to be a man so I can be fully what it is to be a woman. I love the strong, distinct flavor of male energy and I want to taste it in you through your passionate dedication to show up.
I need you to desire and cherish my radiance above your own. I need to feel that my beauty brings you into your body and gives meaning to your life. While I love that you feel emotions and I want to know about them, I hope overall you are the force of stability so I don’t need to constantly carry the mantle of strength… that diminishes my feminine light and hurts my spirit.
I love it when the flow of masculine and feminine ebbs back and forth between us both. It feels nice when you can show your strength in softness and I can flow my femininity through action… this feels delicious when we play it together. What I crave above all is the polarity in whatever dance we explore so we are magnetically drawn together.
Overall, I need you to know that I adore you! When you stand tall in your greatest power, I become the most tender, flowing and open. I want nothing more then to unleash and soften with you. I want nothing more than to trust you fully and give myself totally to you.”
Photo: Alison Postighone
It’s time for the voice of the Sacred Feminine to be heard.
But culture, conditioning, belief systems, religion, ancestors and personal wounds have attempted to thwart her power. Our fear of her force has driven us to keep a lid on our feelings while we cut down rain forests.
Rainforests that are, well, feminine. In the words of shaman Alberto Villoldo, “I remember being told by a medicine woman in the Amazon, Do you know why they are really cutting down the rain forest? Because it is wet and dark and tangled and feminine.”
As a child, truth was clear yet my voice was manipulated by a masculine determined to keep dominion over a home ruled by alcohol. The light of truth was unable to stare in the blind eye of booze.
This pattern internalized itself, twisting my voice in self-doubt. Is what I see real? What I feel true? My body armored itself against her sovereign flow of feeling. The dark, tangled mess of emotions were deemed worthless, abandoned to deep recesses of heart and soul. Mind, iron-like control and all that is rational served as the hallmark to success.
In her diminished expression my feminine could only encounter the diminished masculine. Intimate relationships danced in a painful tango with men who could not show up, refused to be seen, wavered in commitment.
In the ’70s Helen Reddy roared the feminine anthem I Am Woman. With equality on the table the expression of the feminine seemed to shape itself into a masculine form still unable to see the breadth of her dark and tangled power. Equal pay for equal work constricted the essence of the feminine in a box way too small for her majesty.
The feminine voice arising now is distinctly differentiated from the masculine. The voice is birthing as if for the first time yet emerging from primordial roots through eons of time and space. Her voice holds fierce truth that cannot keep quiet. She has seen too much. Suffered too long.
Dark. Messy. Tangled. Wet. Wildly and ecstatically feminine.
Her worth is the depth of her feeling. The force of her presence. The radiance of her love in all its expressions. Her relentless truth can make you squirm. Her blinding light unveils shadows.
The prophecies call now for the ending of an era, a passage into a new pachakuti, a new epoch marked by an evolution of consciousness. Primal powers that have lain dormant are awakening within. Our feminine voice is rising.
In our delusion spirituality consists only of Light. For our ascension to Light, our ascension in Love is met by the depths we traverse in darkness. Our perception heightens in darkness. Through darkness every seed takes pilgrimage. It is the dark and tangled feminine matrix that is restructuring within.
How does the masculine now shape itself to meet this emerging feminine both within us and around us? Old strategies of control and domination are no longer viable, in personal relationship nor in the world. A new world order is upon us.
This is the evolutionary work we have come to do. How we hold the Sacred Feminine and Sacred Masculine through a dance of partnership will blaze the trail of our dawning. A dawning where each is empowered by the other in order to rise to the most divine aspects of our becoming.
The birthing of the feminine in all her glorious forms and expressions is upon us. She does not seek domination over the masculine. Nor does she wish to be masculine.
She is ready to take her seat.
Upon her rightful throne.
(This article first appeared on the authors blog as Feminine Rising.)
Karen Chrappa is a comtemporary medicine woman and author of A Structure for Spirit. She works in both the visible realms of form and the invisible realms of Spirit helping clients embody their sacred essence. She has studied extensively with Alberto Villoldo and the Four Winds Healing the Light Body School and with master shamans of the Andes. She continues to travel to Peru with her ayllu, A Bouquet of Light, to awaken the Sacred Feminine. She can be found on her blog, A Structure for Spirit or at her Facebook Page.
Editor: Lori Lothian
Like elephant love on Facebook
One voice is masculine, one is feminine…but the distinction has been an effort to make for their communion is so intertwined I have had to listen closely to find which was which…and to realize that not just their voice, but their language, words, and expression also are distinct if you stop long enough to really hear them.
“Meet me at the shores of some forgotten ocean,” I can hear the masculine whisper, “and I shall wash your feet and bathe away your sorrows.”
“If I shed my tears, they shall mix within your waters, ” the feminine responds, “and I do not want to disturb your peace.”
“These waters and your tears have come from the same place, the same source. Shed your tears, and let your story be the waves that come and go,” he says, “beneath those waves my peace and yours remains.”
As I listen to these voices within…I begin to hear them around me also, from the people with whom I interact. And I realize how often we have acted from our masculine, when it was the feminine that needed to be nurtured; and how often we surrender in our feminine when the masculine is being called to act.
I look around and I see many women seeking power through their masculine aspects, when their true feminine power lies in surrender, in the strength to trust and open.
And I see men using their logic and thinking to manipulate women into paying them attention, validation, and loyalty. The desire to be seen and heard is their feminine side asking to be held, yet they too bring their masculine structure to answer what the feminine is best to handle.
I believe a man’s true masculine power lies in his ability of devotion; to support, lift, and give trusted space to the feminine to express.
“In moments of safety, when I feel the tension of your Being pulling, not away from me, but rather pulling to hold me as I lean back in surrender, I can see the truth of your cherished fulfillment, ” she says, “but when you try to prove your worth to me by showing your strength or worldly knowledge, I lose faith for you are too busy proving yourself to me instead of listening to my needs. I will always test you…but it is not your worth that I am testing..it is your stability. Can you hear me, lift me, and still remain solid where you stand?”
I realize, that sometimes I am so busy proving myself I do not listen to what is being asked of me. It’s like the feminine asking the masculine to take out the trash, and the masculine responding, “Look, I am strong enough to build this house, smart enough to make good money, and skilled enough to fix things when they break.” And then the feminine saying, “Yes, that’s nice, but the trash smells, can you please take it out?
Our masculine side must learn to listen, and our feminine side must learn to ask.
For my feminine, it is not an asking by means of petition, but rather it is by means of invitation. Express what needs and wants you have as feminine and the masculine will hear you. Express only those things not wanted, such as in complaint, and the masculine does not know where to support. My masculine wants to serve, his devotion compels him, but if his only clues are what is wrong or not wanted, he will not know in which way to serve.
The masculine must wait, stay patient in his solid stance, and give the feminine time to find the words and safety to express what she actually wants.
In devotion, my masculine does not seek to change, control, or possess. For his worship is not of a trophy or conquest, but rather his worship is a recognizing, beholding, and appreciating of the feminine before him that gives him his greatest purpose – to support and serve.
He must stop with his agendas and drop into service and appreciation, and the feminine must give him space to be trusted in doing so.
“If you want me to trust you, than lead me by your example, not by your stories and supplication. Show me, move me, know me – and I will invite you into my home,” the feminine says.
“I am but the piano keys here to strike the strings that sing your song,” says the masculine, “there will be times that I lose the harmony and I ask that you trust I have not stopped listening. I ask that you not fill in the missing notes where I have fallen absent, for if I do not hear the gap, I will not know where to jump back in.”
I can see that when my feminine does not invite or create space for my masculine to compliment her Being, then he is left without purpose, and the masculine without purpose will seek another purpose or otherwise become frustrated. All too often his frustration is brought against the feminine for whom he simply wants to serve, but who does not allow him.
My masculine wants to provide for his partner, yet the feminine has deemed she is capable of providing for herself. So, where does that leave him? He begins to wish for her to give up her things, her control, her power, so he can feel useful.
Can the masculine instead of asking her to empty her cup, make his cup large enough to encompass hers. Like this, might she feel held and accepted in her self-made security…and maybe, eventually, release that security to the strength of his.
When my feminine denies the offering of the masculine to hold space for her…she is telling him “I do not trust you” and this is the worst insult the feminine can make. She is also teaching him to be untrustworthy – for if all he hears from her is that she does not trust him…he will eventually believe that is what she desires and will fulfill his service as such.
My feminine is changing her mind, opinion, emotions, action and attitude all the time…but she will remember and hold the masculine to his. Thus as the masculine I must not seek to abide to her every wish and whim, or to bend her to my own…it will not work. Rather, I must expand the presence of my masculine self, hold the space that allows the feminine to express in all her varied ways, and not believe what the feminine says or speaks, but rather listen to her body and her energy. For her words will change with every emotion and circumstance, and it is the subtle and soft language not of her mind that requires my attention and response.
The dance of the masculine and feminine is about knowing the character of each…and that they do not “need” each other as dependents, but rather can unite in balance to lift each other in a brilliant expression of movement and dance. They can see the divine perfection of one another and in that recognition of beauty, have no choice but to overflow with the worship of each other.
The fully realized Goddess will recognize the God…the fully realized God will recognize the Goddess.
I am silent, listening and observing this ecstatic dance moving within me. And when I look to others, I see the partnership dipping, whirling, and holding within them also.
“Let us dance, I will lead, I will follow, we shall make music with our footsteps.”