Post Tantric 2015

So this is my summary of this years 3 days of White Tantric Yoga at the European Yoga Festival!!! The poem is still untitled!
I will definitely be back for more....

Waves of subtlety
spirit
and power
mount us on a cross
A back to sweating back
jaw clenching
crucifiction

There is no running
from this mallet to nail
to flesh
to bone
to blood
to wood
breath
wrenching
purification

A path
persistently burns
through
the
precious
pounding
pressure
of my lesson laden karma


I gaze deep into the infinite eye of the universe
she gazes back
a dazzling mirror
every intimate reflection captured
for eyes open to see

I crawl at the feetless feet of god
an immaculate
holy
grueling
crawl

I beg
squirm
drop
look away
sweat
laugh
and burn

I
do
not
move
yet
climb with my breath up my spine
and
infinite
sky
dive

rise

a speck
a cell
a keyhole
a microscopic
sailing
seed

In lightness I lift

god
sips
me
in

Soul fractals form and reform
recapture my essence

Desert sun
swollen tongue
Oasis
thirst
quenched

In a crescendo
In a choir
In a cathedral
In sacred silence
stained floods of glass and colour dance

Stripped bare feet
minds
tender hearts and open souls
part seas
skies
and ways
to
spread
light