Dreaming of Shakti ~

I  

   

My darling X ~

Last night I woke up within a dream.

I was standing before Us ~ and this is what I saw ~

Us, just this way, but skin to skin ~ no barriers literally, nor figuratively ~ 

If you shut your eyes and listen, darling ~ you will know what I was feeling to both see and be in such a Tantric Embrace, with You ~

I love you now and always, X ~ together we are greater than the sum of our parts ~

“The meeting of Love and Meditation is the greatest experience in life and only in the meeting of Love and Meditation the duality of man and woman disappears. Through this meeting  a new humanity is possible”

 ~ Osho

So there we were in my dream ~ You and I locked in this most beautiful of embraces.  

I was standing apart, watching us outside of us as if I were merely an observer ~ And yet I FELT the fusion!

It was like those perfect moments when you and I have come together.  When we are in each other's arms, leading each other with care and with fire towards a mutual culmination ~

I was also Inside this Us ~ In the dream I felt you, I 'knew you' in those most biblical of terms ~ "And he took her into his tent and he knew her"

That kind of knowing.  

And there in that wild embrace I knew you too.  

I marvelled at Us, in Us ~

All I was aware of was the most intense pleasure between us.  The most intense desire that lit up this room we were in ~

Our Room ~

The Room that Lovers Meet in those places between the flesh and the spirit ~

And oh how I LOVED you in these moments ~ As I do even now in this wakeful moment ~

It got me wondering, what joy can be brought into this world when two love this way?   We met where the spirit resides so holy, so warm and always so unbelievably carnal between us ~.

So like the last few times we seemailed together ~ There has been such an INTENSITY of energy ~ Intensity of craven lust driven by Our whetted longing for each other ~ 

Nurtured, for me, by your naked body before my eyes and your naked laughing soul in my presence ~

I knew too, in that dream moment that I wanted you in every way that it's humanely and inhumanely possible!

What is the ultimate divine meaning in such a dream as this?

I have seen Indian statues locked in this Immortal Embrace, here I woke up to espy our sleeping souls meeting for same ~

SUCH joy was OURS!

The mind boggles does it not?   What does it all mean, my Nicimos?

I, would like to find out ~

You, Nicimos, are a journey worth joining ~ We are worth an adventure such as this ~ Both now and in time to come ~

xxx

What is Tantra? ~

http://redlotustantra.net/tantra-massage-a-sacred-practice/

What is Shakti? ~

http://www.swamij.com/shakti.htm#kundalini

Postscript ~ I am thinking that when I join you in your country I will research tantric schools and programs.  When I find a school and teachers who vibrate highly, I would like to explore further with you in these areas.  

Nothing but an ego-less hierarchy-less school would do ~

Lets build upon what the Universe has begun so freely, so mysteriously in Us ~ Seems Our adventuring has just begun ...

Xxx

    

 Krishna & Radha ~ the Eternal Lovers:

http://mohitinhere.blogspot.ca/2005/08/mysterious-radha-and-her-last-meeting.html?m=1

Initial image & Osho quote courtesy of a Twitter RT:   @RedLotusTantra

Arts & Crafts Night ~

Mr Nicimos ~ As well you know, you've inspired an innate sensuality in me to find its way to the sun again ~

These days my senses often find breath within imagery ~ I hold images between my fingers, put them to my lips, and inhale deeply ~

I find ~

The best and brightest of flesh shines for you ~ the lowest cackles and calls too, but for now goddesses call and whisper to you. 

      For you ~

Tonight, looking at images and images of lovely ladies I found a lass that spoke to me.  Literally, with the most purring of bedroom eyes ~

I was captivated ~ and was still captivated when I realised how much she reminded me of earlier incarnations of myself ~ some of those gypsy parts of long dark hair and flashing eyes ~

She is ~ the

Strains of Music heard Late into the Night ~

      Listen!

      She is an Arabian Day and Rides by night upon Her Thighs of Hard Brown Silk ~ 

Inside Her ~ all fire longs, and amber, burning long into the dawn ~

Sat cross legged and laughing at the notion of sleep ~ games, candles ~

She has wine and savouries ~ 

I Shut My eyes and drew Her forth ~ this curling, coiling colour-woman ~

I found her climbing up out of my soul and I've caught her between my teeth ...

        for You ~

Here she is now, in a couple of incarnations, awaiting your companionship, your heady games ~  your pleasure ~

Xxx

  

  

  

      Feverishly Yours,

              missimos  

                      xxx

Courage Without Compass ~

Courage!

That's something I'm learning to live with since being drawn close into a living circle with X (also fondly known as Mr Nicimos).  

The parts of courage expected of me should be the most natural expression in the world, namely, LOVE ~

I always prided myself on my ability to love.  And love at all costs.   The ideal I hold for myself being that of unconditional love.   

Now there's a love that's easy to practice upon your children and easy enough to practice at the best of times with our friends. 

It's all those other points and people and strangers whose paths we sometimes cross that can seem the sticking point.  The fly in the jam jar.  

Well  now, I've been fortunate enough to meet a person whose lines cut so deep and easily into my being that my heart has nowhere to hide.  

And what's worse is that until I'd met him it was just so easy to believe my heart an open giving font.   And maybe by someone's standards it was.   

But when a loving light is shone upon another's being, it can throw shadows when it meets the inner obstacles to lighting the whole damn place up like a Christmas tree!

No one but no one wants to feel the shapes of loneliness that dwell within those recesses.  

I know I didn't.  

Yet, the more light and love he showered over me, the more I became inquisitive about the nature of the love.  The mechanisms of Heart.  

The more I walked out into his Universal sunshine, the more I saw that this light this love is part and parcel of every animate creature (and often those seemingly inanimate).  

Light begets light, and so I learn to find courage to take my own soft light to my own shady corners.   I can in fact do this for myself.  Yet, it means learning to walk without the false security of a thousand maps.  Without atlas.  Without compass.  

For I'm finding that love has no set paths, because it is in fact, everywhere.  There's a humming vibration of love of the flower for the bee.  There is a growing awareness of same within everyone I meet.    

I'm learning too that a little love released from within and shared without caveat, goes a long way.  Sometimes further than you'll ever get to know.  

Now, Nicimos, he's no saint or sinner.   

One might say his gift lies in the ability to move through the eyes and open wonder of a child.   Oh how we sometimes laugh at this maya around us.   

Maya.  The world as illusion.  Understanding that we each contribute its formed formless structures.  We build with our collective soul it seems, everything that exists now on our planet. And everything that has ever existed here.  

The mind is the seat of creation.  We are free to create decay, flourishing things and even those that appear to be inert. 

      Knowing this, we are exceptionally powerful beings.  We have choice.  Every day.   Can we not then choose to foster love?  Is not every meeting an opportunity to open to love?  To both receive it in our dusty parts, and to give it with both hands without measure?

      When push came to shove, X, gently challenged my desire to hang onto those few forms of love I kept for best days, reserved for favourite people only.   His unconscious generosity has indeed sparked that flame and source within me.  

As love rises so it multiples.  Love is actually a fishes and loaves kind of mechanism, whereby the more you give away, the more you have to give away.  

Thank you Nicimos, for reminding me that the basket can never be emptied ~ and the seat of the heart is the throne of the body.  Love elevates always.  

Thank you Nicimos for giving me yours ~ 

Thank you for teaching me the freedom in burning down my own walls.  To walk in the most enriching manner ~ without compass ~

Love itself is a compass and balance.  When doubtful, throw more love onto a situation ~ yes it can cast long shadows in others.  Let love be your inner guide

Can't say that genuine un-afflicted loving ever caused my feet to stumble ~

Are we all connected?

Are we all connected?

More to come ~ a report about a most marvellous dream I had ~ yes we are all connected, both now and age to age ~ separation is the illusion ~ love the cohesive agent that runs through all ~

This is how you appear, my love, pressed soft against the firmament ~

The Reading Man ~

  

He has a head full of books and his hand's full of me ~ 

When he slips his words between my pages I want him to open the whole book ~ 

Midnight Garden ~

      

Midnight Garden ~ 

Only the Flowers are awake

Whispering warmed scents towards your open window ~

Open your eyes and

They look the other way 

Like they weren't just walking stalked through Your Dreaming ~

The last time I looked to find Your Sleeping Form I 

Found your head resting upon

Their drowsy Tales 

Pressed soft against their Scarlet Breasts ~

I tailed you by following their heady trails of piquant perfume & your own good voluminous sighs ~

If I keep mum, they nod to me 

Wave me on OK onto your Dream Ships and we swim in your warm blue waters ~

Beneath August Perseid Showers

We walk you, Sleeping, Through the Midnight Garden where

The cool dark earth between your toes causes you to sink and to sigh ~

      Ssshhh!  They charge, 

      "Never wake the Sleepwalker!"

(Have you never wondered from whence comes those dirty morning feet and petal-stained pyjamas?) 

~ (missimos)

Be Careful What You Wish For ~

      

She said what she wanted was a man who was a gentleman in the parlour, and a beast in the bedroom.  

Too much of one in either room was, well, always going to be just too much.  She had met these latter two and affirmed that they were neither use nor ornament.  

Photographer unknown ~ edit D ~ Gentleman: X

Petals Unfurling ~

    

Oh my darling, I expose myself for you, yet everyone sees this ~ Here I am, on a packed commuter train ~ touching you, even when you're not there ~ 

I try to disguise this nakedness I'm imprinting, but the elderly Asian woman looked at me the whole time ~ sideways and directly ~ 

She knew the soft places I show you here ~ She heard my change in breath ~