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The spider, in many hues rules. But I never could understand The complete operational rules.                                     Still I have Unflinching  faith,like no other On the spider, that it knows The rules of transactions inside out. I am in the web of a clan of Spiders, day in and day out. I just lie supine in comfort   And let my song bird fly high In the sky blue oblivion Of my mind, listening to The singing of the bard of The absolute, transcending limits.         I am more and more lured in to his cave where light is present By its physical absence.More and more An innerbeing after substence In the company of this siver luminous. She comes alive, fire risen from smoke, Her red hot eyes capture my truth quick! The spider sitting on top of me And working on me with Her oceanic mind that seethes Agile vaginal muscles, I picture Is still reading "Every Women"1 From memory; I just feel it as each of the steps to the thousand petelled lotus is left behind one by one. My silver spider who flies with me from the conjoined base of "Mooladhara"2 at the **** If she is the fire, I am the sky. Hear the silver bell she rings, In mind's eye I see how her Silver strips gleam, wet with sweat. As we step out to the garden path The green spiders of thick foliages Waved at us.Golden spider of the sky Hanging low beamed at us.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
The art of the silver spider
The spider, in many hues rules. But I never could understand The complete operational rules.                                     Still I have Unflinching  faith,like no other On the spider, that it knows The rules of transactions inside out. I am in the web of a clan of Spiders, day in and day out. I just lie supine in comfort   And let my song bird fly high In the sky blue oblivion Of my mind, listening to The singing of the bard of The absolute, transcending limits.         I am more and more lured in to his cave where light is present By its physical absence.More and more An innerbeing after substence In the company of this siver luminous. She comes alive, fire risen from smoke, Her red hot eyes capture my truth quick! The spider sitting on top of me And working on me with Her oceanic mind that seethes Agile vaginal muscles, I picture Is still reading "Every Women"1 From memory; I just feel it as each of the steps to the thousand petelled lotus is left behind one by one. My silver spider who flies with me from the conjoined base of "Mooladhara"2 at the **** If she is the fire, I am the sky. Hear the silver bell she rings, In mind's eye I see how her Silver strips gleam, wet with sweat. As we step out to the garden path The green spiders of thick foliages Waved at us.Golden spider of the sky Hanging low beamed at us.
1."Evcery Woman"(A gynacological guide for life by Derek Liewellyn-Jones) 2.Mooladhara means "the root and basis of existence" according to Tantra Yoga, located at the ***** one of the seven primary energy centres of human body.
k-balachandran
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
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