On moving in
Do you touch this world with your conscious bodily presence?
Do you fully engage your bones and meat
do you feel your face, skin, your belly, your genitals
in full contact with clothes, air, existence?
Do you give yourself away physically?
Do you feel like you are sticking your face into an aquarium?
Are you in awe of all that wild aliveness
are you burning to jump in
to completely immerse in the abundance,
in spite of all the sharks?
Or do you keep this .... distance?
To the world.
To Her.
To yourself.
Are you domesticated?
Are you afraid to get wet, dirty?
Are you keeping your chin up,
avoiding straight eye contact into your soul?
Are you shying away from that impact
hitting you, the world, Her?
Feel the absolute inescapable vulnerability
of everything,
of everyone,
of everyyou.
Watch tigers, lions, predators.
Observing, deciding, charging ....
Biting Her into the neck.
Giving surrendering
by being fully forward male.
Beyond trust.
Beyond courage.
Transcended into undoubtable faith.
Walk the streets as the tiger you are.
Feel your paws tasting the earth,
your nostrils taking in scents,
your whole body tasting Her.
Watch. Watch free of thoughts and judging.
Then let your grace move you,
lean ever so slightly forward
out of your defense or neutral.
Into aggression, into the world,
into Her.
Feel the positive agressiveness growing,
the progressiveness,
how you penetrate the world
with your very unique existence.
Then realize that you are this world.
Be this world.
Let it move you in
From the book “You can love me, too”