Open Poetry #46 |
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Tantric Turntable |
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Mistletoe Angel![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(Hi everyone! I just wanted to say that the wait for my first new poems of this decade is almost over, and that I'm proud of my new work, which is a blend of my effervescent writes but with plenty of autobiographical touches that touch on my recent experiences living as a heart-centered deviant; from my ecstatic dancing to my immersion in the holistic living community to community building to breaking boundary and social artifice one by one. They have the same fun-loving spirit I've always exhibited, but more daring, fearless, sensual and spoken from personal experience. ![]() Here's something from last year to tide you over, which I feel sets the stage for my new material! ![]() * ![]() Tantric Turntable By: Noah Eaton 7/11/09 . . . ...throw yourself out of time... ...from the oscillating rhythm of your heart... ...without the least wavering thought... ...divulge your fine art... . . . ...when you touch deeply... ...there's no need to let go... ...there's no forbidden frontiers... ...when your vision is whole... . . . You can feel that pranic awakening, at the base of your spine, coiling like a snake, budding like the flower of life, you're the dakini next door, spilling twilight language, on the mystical dance floor... . . . (Lay that vicinity bare, before your eyes, adjust your mind, to all-perceptive sight, darling dakini...) . . . (...your body's a temple, a paradoxical music box, nestle that vessel, worship its sacred spaces, darling dakini...) . . . My head is swimming, the world is spinning, like a tantric turntable, what we share is no new beginning, it's maintaining divine balance, while transcending... . . . (Ooh ooh ooh ooh...) . . . ...you traverse the sky... ...shaking static in the mirror of my mind... ...in a chemise of ribbon lightning... ...in your higher octaves I'm purified... . . . You can feel that pranic awakening, at the base of your spine, coiling like a snake, budding like the flower of life, you're the dakini next door, spilling twilight language, on the mystical dance floor... . . . Spiraling, spiraling, the cosmic plane, unrestrained... . . . Spiraling, spiraling, the cosmic plane, unrestrained... . . . My head is swimming, the world is spinning, like a tantric turntable, what we share is no new beginning, it's maintaining divine balance, while transcending... . . . (Ooh ooh ooh ooh...) . . . ...there's a song in my head, thicker than milk... ...sibilating, softer than dupioni silk... ...leaking down my spine, buttering my bones... ...only your obscure breath, helps me intone... . . . . . (Oooh!) The world is swimming! (Oooh!) The world's a tantric turntable! (Oooh!) The world is swimming! (Oooh!) The world's a tantric turntable! (Oooh!) The world is swimming! (Oooh!) The world's a tantric turntable! (Oooh!) The world is swimming! (Oooh!) The world's a tantric turntable! . . . "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
enjoyed it. yann |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Noah, I love this passionate and sacred text, it does reflect beautifully your awakening to limitless emotions. Love, Margherita ![]() |
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