The first time is good… Fuck is it good. It’s so good and so full that you don’t feel big enough, flexible enough, open enough to take it all in. You want to grab the hand of the one closest to you and ask, in fevered delight, ‘Do you feel it?! Do you feel it?!’ You want them to be in it with you- it feels so good, so exquisitely perfect that you want the whole world to be in it with you.
The first of a lifetime of mini-deaths.
The ‘death’, the falling away of everything that is not these things.
There’s no going back.
This is the real substance, everything else is hollow in comparison.
The first time changes everything.
Your pain will stop satisfying you.
Your ego’s agenda will stop ruling you.
And every moment of bliss, of peace, of joy, of delight, of stillness, of abundance, of perfection, and of creation will feel like coming home.
Because it is.
Life is tantric.
It’s not a frantic friction race to explosion
It’s an exquisite remembering of bliss, of peace, of joy, of delight, of stillness, of abundance, of perfection, of creation.
In this space you are being fully remembered.
Re-membered – the all and the everything drawn together in the perfectly human experience of you.