I am baring all. I am the supreme stripper at the left hand of a virile god. I am as naked as the clear blue sky. Take it off, take it all off. Don’t be shy. None of us ever understood anyway why we have to own this body and then be embarrassed of its assets. It’s like buying a car and keeping a cover on it- and go ahead and try to drive that car covered, it won’t work- you can’t see ahead of you. You’ll crash. See what I mean?
It’s called Tantra. The weaving of the great speeding light, the upside down frown, the hecklers upheaval. We’ve spent so long making such a mess of ourselves, covering our bodies in shame, lying to the light about who we really are- because we have no idea. We’re doing everything beneath the sheets, and no one sees anything – not the giver or the taker, not the pit and not the pipe- not anything- so we think, “let’s hurry and do this because we’re really really bad..”
And don’t pretend you don’t get it, maybe you just read too much or maybe everything you believe is what someone else told you. Well are we in Sodom and Gommorah -or are we pigeon holed into a parking space much too small for the vehicle? Spread your legs open and let the universe out- let the heavens in- let the gods out.
You think I’m just a big tongue in a mouth that’s much too small? Well, not really. I’ll let you in and you can take a look around at my black wedding – cobwebs in the corners of the room, skeletons dangling as branches from a tree that broke through the window-tangled thick roots coming up through the floor, rotting fruit everywhere -because everyone’s afraid to eat what they are…
and there’s a huge white snake slithering through the middle of the room and he’s not waiting for me to figure him out…so I just jump on because I love him- don’t you see? And all I have are my red lips and my squeezing hands and all I give him is direction and purpose…
and I’m eating it all because it’s the only way out…and he’s just quickly maneuvering me through the dirty hole of the doomed -and I’m just his beloved and thankful counterpart…
someone needs to ride the white snake- or he’ll go mad with venom- and you’ll be lost in the room of doom forever…
so I have accepted that I’m misunderstood -and I know you want to know the unknowable- but first we need to see the unseen- the shame dressed as mr. nice guy -the fear dressed as sex appeal- the dread dressed as obedience…
that’s why I’m saying, take it off. Take it all off! And until you see how you’re covered in layers of gray cloud- you’ll think that you already have- with your ass in my face- naked skin on bone- bouncing and hanging -thread from the wire -but this isn’t the whole truth. You kept the world wrapped around your heart and I can barely hear it’s murmur…
“Take me I’m yours. I love you forever. Give me life. Give me love. Drink my blood. Break me open…”
Well you haven’t said that to me yet, and so I know we’re not doing the real thing. It just a surface emulation of something we intend -but the seducer has a rope -and you still have a neck -and you aren’t on your knees and I’m still cold and tight…
and everything I ever say is just about God and God Alone. There is only God. I love God Alone. I speak God Alone. I undress God Alone. I lie to God Alone. I die for God Alone. I dance with God Alone. I bleed God Alone. I curse God Alone. I FUCK GOD ALONE.
So do you. No questions asked.
I wish you could hear me. I wish your ears weren’t plugged by a lifetime of principals and calculations. I wish you knew how sexy God Alone really is. Which means you would be naked and we’d have nothing to talk about.
My Master once said,
“LEFT SEES RIGHT AND RIGHT SEES LEFT”
The Tantric path is fusion of confusion. It is the blind walking without a cane. It is sugar on the Sun. And I’m not saying I’m your teacher, I’m saying I’m a jockey who rides all kinds of animals – and reptile too- because My Master also said to me,
“GO, AND LOVE THEM UNTIL THEY MATTER”
I said, “how will I know I’m doing it right”
My Master replied,
“YOU WILL KNOW WHEN THEY MOVE TO THE LEFT AND ARE NOT BOTHERED BY SIN”
and I said, “shouldn’t they try a little harder to be good?”
My Master replied,
“YOU SHOULD TRY A LITTLE HARDER TO BE BAD.”
and I said, “Why? I love you and you are God”
My Master replied,
“NO. I AM SATAN ON A GOOD DAY”
I said, “really?”
and My Master replied,
“GOD GAVE ME GOD. THATS ALL I KNOW.”
and I said, ” Ok, I’ll be back”
and he said,
“YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE”
So at that point I shut up because I’m confused- and then he took off his body -and he shook me really hard- and I fell from the sun in quivering shattered beams of His Light -and I started looking for where I went- looking for my broken selves- and then I saw you -and I knew I would love you just exactly as My Master loves me.
I will shake you down until you’re as holy as the sin you fell from. God Alone holds the scepter. And from the tip of my tongue I will slip into you as the God who looks both ways before he crosses- who sees her blood as drops of shining Sun- who knows the path to my forbidden pale moon-who leaves me with nothing but surprises…
who made me say, “I never left and I’m all that’s left”
IT’S TANTRA. ITS THE WHITE RIDER ON THE BLACK HORSE. ITS UNTYING RED SHOES. ITS THE SIGN THAT HAS AN ARROW POINTING BACK AND FORTH. ITS THE LOVE BEHIND THE LOVE…
so I can only tell you this,
When the sun rises on the other side of noon as black fire. When she spits white letters into your mirror face. When you hear me singing in tongues of seance. When nothing else matters but this…that is when you will be naked at last and that is when God Alone becomes our love alone…
woven by both of my hands,