Take off your shoes.
Press your feet into the
ground. Feel the earth, the floor, your mat. Feel the pull of gravity, in love
with your weight.
Take off your clothes.
Stretch and move without fabric
nagging at your skin. Let the sunlight soak into your bones. Let air run over
all the parts of you that are usually covered. Let the chill autumn air touch
you. Let sweat roll down you.
Forget what you look like.
Forget what you are doing. Close your eyes. Stay in your asana and forget
everything else.
The breath comes in. Pause. The
breath goes out. You are empty. You are full. You are empty.
Take off your lover’s clothes.
Look into his eyes, see how
happy he is to see you naked with him, how happy you both are that there is
nothing else in the universe. How long have you been looking for each other?
How much have you both yearned to be alone together, breathing each other’s
breath?
Take off your memories when you
look into his eyes. Take off your identity when your skin touches, when you
merge into a single being, turned inward, a complete circuit of energy running
up your spines.
Make art when you make love.
Fall into the infinite. Every door is open for you. You are whole, you are in
the Garden, you can heal the world.
Make magic. Make bliss.
Take off your shoes, God said
to Moses when he approached the burning bush.
Take off your habits, take off
your expectations, take off your limits. Your patterns belong to the mundane
world and they bind you to it, you must give them up if you want to enter the
reality of the divine.
Take everything off when you go
into meditation.
Be alone with God, be naked
with your Beloved. Don’t wear your
personality, don’t hide yourself behind your thoughts and your history, all the
little fragments of your being that push for attention. Don’t bring them with
you.
You are here to make love with
the Divine. Your soul is singing for it.
The Beloved wants to be alone
with you. It is only You and You and You in the silent space between the worlds,
a space made for You and for only You and not one thing more or less.
Anuttara. There is nothing higher. There is nothing lower. There is
no second. There is nothing but this, in heaven and earth there is nothing
else.
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