Sexual Happiness
When sex is purified back to joyous, child-like innocence we settle into the Purity of True Being.
When sex is purified back to joyous, child-like innocence we settle into the Purity of True Being.
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The instinct of sex is to open. It is an innocent sensation, mellifluous and breathtakingly beautiful. It is a slow, hot swell and a soft, silky opening. God designed it carefully, knowing just what She was doing.
The instinct of sex is to caress, to run the hands light as breath over skin, to slow down, melt down into a great tenderness of sensitivity, a soft gentleness of being that presses itself into every curve of the other.
And to be wild: to shout and sing, to swirl and curl, to dance and swivel, to spin it round and let it fly. To laugh in it until eyes open wide and spill out Light, until hearts open wide and dribble out Love.
The instinct of sex is to assume nothing concerning yourself or the other, to ask questions, carefully listen, feel into; to realize in your soft, receptive belly what truly pleases the beloved. It is to give pleasure, to create trembling joy, to open the beloved wide until ecstasy shimmers, shaking the flesh and soul, until Light glimmers in cells, until mystery opens eyes to a divine beauty of receptive being, until each soul falls into the opening other and disappears into the wild, spaciousness of God.
A man’s wand of Light swells sweetly, slowly, from a soft little fish into a proud, hard horn of plenty, standing up, full of confidence, as aware as a flower stamen sensing the busy body of a bee.
A woman’s door of Life softens, becomes silky and sweet, swells open, longs to be filled with a penetrating hardness that is soft, something burning hot, yet cool… to taste a man with her tender skin, to drink him, wrap around him, bring him home into the wet dark of her body, into her fertile ground, into the hot field where shining seed breaks open into flowers, into birds and trees, into stones and stars, into a human dream, into a living being, into God.
Man with his clanging bells; woman with her rolling saddle. Man with his iron tool; woman with her needles. Man with his kingly sword; woman with her soft power of lace.
Sex is angels opening human hearts with pure bodily energies. It is a reduction of the complexities of mind to the essence of innocence where laughter is the native language of Life. It is a wild, primal state of utter vulnerability that everybody fears and loves.
Creation shines and shimmies with sex. It is in the tree’s wind-blown shimmer, the grass’s sleek upward thrust; the bird’s ecstatic melodies, the lion’s massive roar, the crocodile’s merciless jaws, the flower’s silky slow opening. It is in the ecstasy of saints pondering God’s bloody, Holy Love. It oozes through opening body into opening soul, and through naked spirit back into God as a color-soaked stream of passionate longing for a beauty beyond all beauty is telling. It is the instinct for union, to pass beyond familiar limits into steaming flesh in a dark Ocean, across the mind’s horizons, through torn open skies and past the stars. It is the primal urge to give solid, earth-fragrant body to breath and for breath to shudder and ecstatically pass with a sigh out of the body into a wind of Light and laugh in wide-open freedom.
Someone said, there is no sex in God. God laughed, had an orgasm and spilled out the stars.
Poem © Blake Steele 2008