Why is this here?
December 12th, 2009
Occasionally
I get an email from someone
who wants to know why I, a writer of rarified
spir’chal books, one who surely ought to be above such things,
has a blog papered from top to bottom with pussy and breasts and women
and men and their wicked wicked wanton ways. Always, always, with
the cunt and the cock and the fucking, BW, why, man? And what
does it have to do with war and spirituality and politics
and economics and power?
Well, everything.
Men,
as a species, can’t
bear the power of women.
There are notable (and devoted) exceptions,
but by and large, we are overwhelmed, awed, terrified,
rendered mute and supplicant and tiny by the mystery, the capacity,
the truth of what a woman is. Nothing wrong with that — it’s honorable to
be humble in the face of that which is superior. Folks get down on their
knees to pray for a reason. Supplication is in order, and comes
naturally. But thunderous ass-hats that men are, sustained
humility doesn’t appeal to us. Supplication
makes us feel
small.
We are
small, of course.
You only have to watch
Dick Cheney talking tough or
George W. Bush roostering around in
a cod-pieced flight suit to know just how small.
But we’re also self-deluded, so we go to lengths to hide
our fear and weakness and insignificance from ourselves, and to
mask it in assumptions of magisterial authority. Thus burkas and veils
and cloisters and Commandments and Popes in prickish Pope hats.
Thus guns, war, gold Rolexes, silicone-slamming porn, John
Boehner, Bill O’Reilly, The Family and the C Street
House, Poptart Palin, Erik Prince,
the Mafia Planet.
If we
admitted what’s
so — that life is mysterious, that
we’re not in control of it, and that at its center
is a woman and her wet heat, generative power, and orchestral
orgasmic reach — we’d put down our Predators, get on our knees, start
praying with our lips and tongues and wiggling woman-slicked
fingers, and never stop. Instead we build skyscrapers and
shoot missiles and make stuff go bang. Including —
and this wouldn’t happen in a world more
respectful of the feminine –
kids in great big
bunches.
The divine feminine, I love it. Shakti, Sophia, Grandmother earth. Men somehow even though they love the outer form of a woman or the feminine, can’t seem to find it (their feminine side) within themselves. The balance of yin and yang. They can’t seem to reach that side of themselves which we all have. Women (some) when they see the pictures think it’s being disrespectful. So what we have here is a lack of understanding of how the universe and nature works. Lets face it sex, and eroticism are spiritual too! Tantra? The Kama Sutra? Raising the consciousness through the act of sex. What about inner alchemy? The raising of the Kundalini, (Hindu) and the circulation of the microcosmic orbit, an esoteric (Chinese / Taoist) meditation all work off a principle involving the internal combining of yin (female) and (yang) Male energies totally within ourselves,,,and realizing it, within and without.
I think the whole world is erotic in a sense, hell you can eat an orange or some yogurt and that can be erotic. Some people of course (a vast Majority) have no idea what I’m talking about, but maybe it’s time they found out about the Receptive, the yielding, etc. (I-ching Hexagram 2) maybe they should read more of them Spir’ Chal Books!…less wars more love…..keep the pictures. It’s life what can I say?
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Thanks.
Your poem helps explain why Republicans, the masters of losing jobs an massively expanding deficits, are now truly focused not on jobs, not on deficits, but on controlling women & limiting their options.