Sex is not always the means to Love
Sometimes it is the path away from Love
Where the pleasure and the heart part ways.
Yet sex can masquerade as Love
Wearing costumes to perform in rituals
To brand the person,
To chain the body
To this person or that person
In the sad dance of a compulsion,
Of yet another addiction.
Yet when sex is born into the world through Love
It becomes the dance of the first chakra
Where Love uses the body like an artist
Using the medium of the physical
To make each breath turn into a kiss.
It is not sex, the profane or sacred,
That is at the pinnacle
Bathing in the clouds
Lightheaded from the altitude,
But the warmth of our innocent hearts
Joining one to another
With not any touch of abuse,
As pure as we will ever be
In our short lives on earth.
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A Recovery Blog
This blog is about my continuing recovery from severe mental illness. I celebrate this recovery by continuing to write, by sharing my music and artwork and by exploring Buddhist ideas and concepts. I claim that the yin/yang symbol is representative of all of us because I have found that even in the midst of acute psychosis there is still sense, method and even a kind of balance. We are more resilient than we think. We can cross beyond the edge of the sane world and return to tell the tale. A deeper kind of balance takes hold when we get honest, when we reach out for help, when we tell our stories.