When we sit in Yab-Yum
I offer my body to you
As a throne
When we sit in Yab-Yum
Close your eyes
Breathe
Into a descending softness
When we sit in Yab-Yum
Feel all the places we touch
Your belly against mine
My chest against your heart
Feel where your thighs
Are around me
Where my arms
Are holding you
When we sit in Yab-Yum
We breathe together
Dropping into a quietness
A stillness
When we sit in Yab-Yum
The meditation of intimacy
Flows around us
Between us
When we sit in Yab-Yum
In this way
Something arises
Within us
Between us
And we follow
Where it takes us…
So much of our lovemaking, our sex, our pleasure, follows a pattern.
So much of our sex has the ending in the beginning.
So much of our sex is about making something happen, getting to a place.
So much of our sex is about doing something for a reaction.
There is a way of making love that is different.
There is a way of making love that is sublime.
There is a way of making love that is surrender.
There is a way of making love that is about arising into the present.
We sit in Yab-Yum, we connect, we breathe, we feel.
We drop into the stillness, we sit.
And from the quiet, something arises.
Something from a deeper space than the thoughts of the mind, than the pattern we follow.
In the quiet, we hear it whisper to us.
And we follow where it takes us.
This is lovemaking with no goal.
There is nowhere to go.
There is nothing to do.
We drop what we believe, what we think, for what dances between us.
This is a practice.
It takes time.
It takes a desire for depth.
It takes a desire for the heart.
It takes patience.
And it takes a love for lovemaking that opens the portal…
