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Catechism of Tantra

off with the mask of religion
an atavistic projection
in a sleeping catacomb

Gods
desire lives in the human heart
we are as he and she
unholy until fused in ecstasy

God and Goddess
in a state of perpetual expanding orgasm

his mouth upon her sumptuous vulva
she upon his pedestal of rainbows
her loving slave
her feet sweeten the earth

her breasts mouth and haunches
consumed
oh she a writhing moon
her throat and womb engorged with his pulsing shaft
giving praise
aqueous diamonds spilling
glitter and cream
manna from heaven
she undulates and coos
a glistened drool
pleading take all

her vaginal cauldron eternal darkness
red tulips blazing
a burning bush
the place of creation
he,
a point of light
everywhere with in her
inseparable
a fire of adoration burning them alive
their love a fever so hot
that even hell cant stand the heat

exit door
no way out
life a glaring dream work
without the abolition of time
having no more victims to devour
we must devour ourselves
towards an original form of lived existence
beyond this tragic universe

ill love you like a god
and fuck you like the devil
so bend down low sweet girl
your beautiful ass
my altar of devotion
I give thanks to your curving form
you are my lord's prayer
my catechism

like father
like son

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But Tantra is very serious. It can burn your chakras to cinders if you are not careful.

The common mistake is to, instead of cycling the cosmic energy into the divine, is to send it back into oneself. We all know what happens with music when the music feedback in though oouselvesselves is to send it out back the universe. I nearly bunt alive when I forgot to recycle oneself. Keep trying. f your burn alive I will continue tst tsk.

I challenge you all to make the music poetry, write surnging poetry, Dry outlandish poetry. Then ake it alone. I applaud your challenge and wsh you

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cheers,
Jess
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I do like what you have done with yourself! So far, so good. No complaints. ~ Geezer.
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