Sexual Energy

When I was young My sexual energy Went out To seek those Whose lesson taught me more about contrast than equanimity Now that I am older I see these young studs with their pickup lines and I say "Hey look at me, I am ready for love." But I am old now. They are young. They can't see in me Who I am. So I offer love. And the ones that come They are often broken like me. But that's ok. Those young guns They will soon find out That time waits for no one And all our smooth moves when we're young Don't hold up under the blistering sun of reality That ages your face and your body. Just so. So you feel unattractive. Unseen. Unwanted. And begin to believe it. I am vulnerable in this place. Between the ages of Unwanted And Un-needed. If my value was only in procreation Then I am priceless I created his legacy And left with mine Unwanted Un-needed. It is no wonder our sexual energy wanes as we get older. No! Not mine. You can't take the one place I feel young. Or the place I feel free. Age. You cannot take this passion from me. Now that I have found it, I won't let it go. Passion Timeless This is what we seek To be young again To seek what was in the face of what is It is all energy. Sexual Physical Healing It starts when we are young and continues til we die...this thread of life. What will we do with it? Create? Hate? Liberate? Sexual Energy Yep. It's a thing. It is for creation. Manifestation. Positive works. Or didn't they teach you that in parochial school? Of course not. That is against the rules.

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ShaktiAsana

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