tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61962930517582135632024-02-20T01:30:45.475-08:00The Dakini SpeaksSatori Christina speaks in her most powerful role ever: as the Dakini. Tantrika, yogini, lover, mother, friend and satori, 'Tina takes you on a sensual and romantic journey toward the center of her unified self through thought-provoking poetry, prose and commentary. Enjoy personal reflections as well as borrowed wisdom here, at this sacred place.Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196293051758213563.post-21820982459133931122008-07-10T01:16:00.000-07:002008-07-10T15:47:04.317-07:00RememriesLoving my Daka Man through every ebb and flow....<br /><br />Remembering our beginnings, not so long ago....<br /><br />Remembering the present which is sweet and delicious like kiwi strawberry with a dash of cinnamon and sweetened with agave....<br /><br />Mmmm.....<br /><br />Remembering the soft roll of your lips against the hard pearl of my womanhood, teasing and pulling me to delightful rage...<br /><br />The sweet taste of your reluctant orgasms inside my mouth gliding along my tongue...<br /><br />The droplets of your essence sprinkled on my taste buds like the nutrient richness of volvic sea salt sprinkled on the tartness of a firm green apple...<br /><br />Your body is my orchard, ready for me to roam and delight in every nook and cranny, devouring your treasures to my heart's desire...<br /><br />The billowing of gray clouds above is not the destruction of a hurricane but rather the earth-drenching rain of the healing waters of your love...<br /><br />Your lightning rod and the roll of your thunder shattering my earth nourishes what were once the dry weeds of my existence...<br /><br />Where ground was once scorched, now full with lush growth...<br /><br />Gentle pounding of pelvis against pelvis is mutual delight...<br /><br />My thighs encircle your waist in fearful surrender...<br /><br />Opening of my body signaling that I OSUN am eternally yours...<br /><br />Pouring forth of my powerful orgasm alongside the dainty sounds of lady-love pushing you harder and higher into the power of you - SANGO...<br /><br />One moment of disconnection until I am rolled over onto my belly, cheeks high and spread wide...<br /><br />The maelstrom of your love reentering the wet darkness of the sacred temple of the moon, its corridors narrow and firm...<br /><br />The heat of your breath and the tickle of your cheek against my neck fills me with the passionate desire to mesh and meld with you completely...<br /><br />In an instant the explosive tickle of one final and mutual orgasm allows the bright sun to break through the rolling clouds...<br /><br />Rolling onto our sides we rest in greener, now watered pastures...<br /><br />Spent, our eyes drift into the satiated lullaby of breathy sleep...<br /><br />New womb for new twins, locked within a sac of togetherness...<br /><br />We, breath in sync, have merged...<br /><br />I pray you accept this blessing with gratitude...<br /><br />I am grateful to have been so blessed with the power of you...<br /><br />Assimilating you into the essence of my being...<br /><br />You ARE my Afrakan healing love...<br /><br />Always your Dakini Woman<div class="blogger-post-footer">AfroTantra.com: Healing love relationships worldwide... one bedroom at a time.</div>Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196293051758213563.post-57102578156107012902008-07-09T23:45:00.000-07:002008-07-09T23:54:14.127-07:00Obsequious Obsession<p class="MsoNormal">love's newest form is heart and head, head and heart<br /><br />and you are in my heart of hearts<br /><br />love's new color is a rainbow of power and pleasure of reds, roses, magentas, violets and oranges<br /><br />and you are the yellow sun, god of gods<br /><br />love's sweetness is your middle name and your firmness is my craving like candy for child, like pillow for weary<br /><br />love is different and filling and unique and many strange things that are unfamiliar<br /><br />this unfamiliarity is welcome in my soul, and your soul beckons to me as well, welcoming<br /><br />we are becoming like babes struggling to birth<br /><br />and my self, woman, is moth to flame, engulfed in you, man<br /><br />mere words lack in color, making it an impossibility to paint the picture of my love for you<br /><br />just know it is torture to masochist me, loving the torture of your love, tortured more even by your distance<br /><br />this poem is crazy discombobulated<br /><br />desiring you, finally, my self resigns to the blindness of sleep</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">AfroTantra.com: Healing love relationships worldwide... one bedroom at a time.</div>Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196293051758213563.post-37923858195758400932008-07-09T23:43:00.000-07:002009-01-11T14:54:11.838-08:00Arriving Again... We Arrive, revisited<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >We embark</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >I take this opportunity to let you know that I recognize who we are</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >I am the song of sparrows and you are the beat of the drum</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >You are ancient and I am eternal</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >I, joyous... you, triumphant</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >We stand at the dropoff point of the abyss of paradise and embrace within a circle of fire</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >in your arms I am honored</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >in my arms you are loved</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >love rains down upon us</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >More than love... a new emotion</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >Intergalactic partners spinning through star-filled galaxies</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >In my moon temple you are the spirit of the sun</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >we are Geminids racing through the universe</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >meteors packing a powerful punch</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >we are the force of blackness threatening a powerful extinction level event</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >I, black woman... you, black man</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >we are the solidarity of unity</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >our chakras align</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >we meet at brow, heart and sacrum</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >the most high connects us at crown, throat, plexus and root</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >in my center is heaven and you are God</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >you spew powerful magenta glowing light into the glory box of my being</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >I stand on your shoulders in balance</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >balancing on your might I am the totem of love and you are the totem of power</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >my cocoa brown face greets the glowing green light of your eyes</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >eyes wide with determination, you are steady and unafraid</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >your heart beats steady with strength</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >your pulse beneath my feet is kundalini through my soul</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >we are emerging in that infinitessimal space where we see no division between us</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >in that liminal place between one and two</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >you are the power behind my purpose</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >I am the purpose behind your power</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >you are my rock my hero and my heart piece</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >i am your softness your pleasure and your lover</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >we are becoming</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >i am the music that tames the savage beast and the ray of light that opens the door to a sovereign place</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >you are the maelstrom of lightning, thunder, wind and rain</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><strong></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >you, thundering sango, i river osun<br /></span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >finally, i, the priestess of passion, and you, the warrior of love</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><br /></span></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >We arrive</span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <h2><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></h2><div class="blogger-post-footer">AfroTantra.com: Healing love relationships worldwide... one bedroom at a time.</div>Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196293051758213563.post-80434756315675128352008-07-09T23:39:00.001-07:002008-07-09T23:55:04.298-07:00Dakini, Reinvented<p class="blogcontent" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Baubles, bangles and beads are hauntingly beautiful, swaying in the wind, mythologized by jazz greats. Sweltering summer days and sweet summer nights and vacations to such paradisios as San Jose and Mallorca.</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">After an intensely emotional few weeks of loss and remembrance, came this weekend with new experiences and sacred blessings.</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I made love to my lover and companion this weekend for the very first time.</span></b></p> <p class="blogcontent" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br />Strange? </span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Each experience no less beautiful, no less passionate, this experience was humbling, connected and new all at once. Travel with me....</span></b><br /><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">His face is beautiful. Simply divine. The messages of his eyes and his lips anoint my soul with loving anticipation. He is slender, but this night his body is unusually formed, full and broad in my eyes. His glance is intense and his arms are shelter.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Sitting in the parlor we exchange coy glances filled with the knowing familiar to lovers old and new. My soul is ready, but restless. The touch of his hand in mine quiets my anxiety. His touch is devoid of harm.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">No words are exchanged that hint at the journey we will embark upon soon. He takes my hands and leads me onto the stairway to heaven: ascending toward our sacred boudoir where our experience will take place.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I worship him, God, towering before me... bare, beautiful bright beige skin. Green eyes glowing with the power of the sea. Kneeling before him, he is Pygmalion, I Galatea... He molds me out of the blessed dust of passion and into the aether of love.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Candlelight glows eerily in the sacredness of our private temple. Our eyes meet. Our lips meet. Supine, I receive him, first tense and apprehensive, but yielding to the burrowing of his very self into the core of my feminine being. My mind is gone away now and only the shell of me is left. My doubts subside, the selfishness of my heart withers away.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">The release of my barriers signal to him that the time has come to place me firmly on the throne of the Goddess, facing him, her divine consort. I find that our passion has the power to incarnadine, as the mystical green sea of his eyes are made red in the flickering glow of our temple. </span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">He is Sango, god of lightning and thunder, wielding his lightning rod with power and command, protecting and honoring the sacred temple gates. As I straddle the firmness of his beautiful, god-body, absorbing the electricity generated by his blessed lightning rod and the power of his roaring thunder, Goddess emerges. As passion floods in, the song of my voice summons Osun, surrendering to those sensations, familiar and exciting... shedding my earthly self with finality... embodying all that is lovely, and new, and sacred. </span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">His lightning strikes again and yet again, followed by the rolling thunder of his power, illuminating my soul and making the glow of my cocoa brown skin merge with the glow of the candles in our temple, now half burned. Each strike empowering, each roll forcing my very surrender, the experience healing, for the love of a God can only heal the soul of his Goddess.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Tickled and nearly spent, teetering on the verge of sanity, I submit completely, and Sango recognizes the call of my heart and my sanctus sanctorum. I, deserving, am placed supine upon the altar of Sango, reserved for only the most blessed and only for the most sacred of blessings.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Sango solidifies my reign by crowning my loins with the fire of his breath and the touch of his moist, firm lips. He worships me through the torrential rains invoked by the storm of his lightning rod, the roll of his thunder bolt. He crowns me mate and companion, lover and friend, pledging his forever love as he kneels before his own altar upon which I lay before him... his gift, bare, receiving. </span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">My soul can wait no longer. I explode, shattering into one million shards of golden bliss. Osun travels. Osun soars over distant rainbows, out into the universe, clothed only with the sun-clad sky. My body is hot, drenched with the rains of love. </span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">His ceremony continues uninterrupted by the frenzied throes of my passion. Oblivious, what embers remain are kindled into roaring fire which in less than a few moments burns to explosion yet again.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">We are warm. Each part of my body is satiated, spent. He absorbs my energy which increases his fire, empowering him to dance this sacred dance again, very, very soon. </span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Drained, I turn onto my side and he lays behind me, penetrating my precious, sacred temple in silent meditation. I am far away, but present at once. I am the earth, my knees mountains, my breasts hills. A river flows out of me and away into the sea. And he is the sun, rising between and over the mountains, bathing the hills in light, and finally setting behind the deep ocean of my crown.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">We are one.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">We are the happening.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">New ears for new music and new eyes for the most distant things.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Possibilities are now probable. I, black magick woman, am found by my divine man.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">None of this possible had it not been for the first, blessed, beautiful touch. Right there on the steps of that dark venue, darker even with night. In the cold of approaching winter, An exchange of heat signals the beginning of divine union.</span></i></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">If I had never touched you the</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">first time</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I'd have never felt your magic</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">moving me</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never learned more about the</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mystical sea of love</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never learned more about myself</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never regained my feminine mystery</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never opened my heart's eye</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never felt the magic of your</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">loving arms</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never</span></b><br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I'd have never learned my truth</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">again</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never healed under the light of</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">your sacred touch</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never seen the sounds of precious</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">silence</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never touched the center of</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">my love or called your name</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Your name is my champagne wish and</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">my caviar dream</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Wishes and dreams have never</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">filled me with so much hope</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never</span></b><br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">If I had never touched you the</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">first time</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I could never have given you the</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">very soul of myself</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">This is an affirmation of love</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">This is my secret part</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I am giving it to you</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Thank you for letting me touch you</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">For making possible all those</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">things that would have never</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">chanced themselves</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Because without your touch I could</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">have never loved you</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">and I love you</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">and I love you</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">That blessed touch</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">found our love</span></b><br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">These words, old, just today made new. Bless you Daka Man, Love Warrior, Yoni Master. Your divine touch has made me whole. You are my true lover. I thank you.</span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">AfroTantra.com: Healing love relationships worldwide... one bedroom at a time.</div>Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196293051758213563.post-81770089086725391032008-07-09T23:36:00.000-07:002008-07-09T23:55:04.299-07:00The Lover's Touch<p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">The Lover asked: How would you like me to touch you?</span></i></b> </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">The Lover answered:</span></i></b></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"></span></i></b><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow, far far away, and you wanted to remember the feel of my body, the texture of my skin, the hills and valleys that make up the landscape of who I am...</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if you were blind, knowing that you love me, but unable to see me. Touch my face, my breasts, my belly, my toes... learn what I "look" like, imagine me in your mind as your hands explore my shape.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if your hands were healing hands, radiating love energy with every stroke. Feel the energy penetrating through skin, through flesh, entering into the cells of my body.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through your hands. Feed on me, drink deeply and draw from your touch the love that I hold for you.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands, as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained. Every inch of me cries out for your touch, yearns to be fed.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if your hand were a feather, lightly caressing the edge of my being.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if your hands were paintbrushes, and as you caress me, you are coloring me in brilliant, sparkling, dazzling hues.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if you were erasing the outer me, allowing me to reveal my inner self to you.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if you had carved a sculpture, and were now feeling its finish, smoothing out any rough areas, enjoying the finished product.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if your hands were fire, burning away the dross and leaving only the pure gold of my soul.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if your hands were sponges, soaking up the essence of my being.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay, and by dampening my skin you enliven my spirit.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if my skin were soft velvet.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if you were a musician, and your touch brought forth different sounds from different parts of me.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if I were a rare jewel, precious and valuable.</span></p><br /><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;">I would like you to touch me as if I were your Lover.</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><br /></span></p><br /><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;">© Diana Daffner. All Rights Reserved. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <h2><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></h2><div class="blogger-post-footer">AfroTantra.com: Healing love relationships worldwide... one bedroom at a time.</div>Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196293051758213563.post-65438885904708367152008-07-09T23:34:00.000-07:002008-07-09T23:52:05.931-07:00The Dakini Ponders Tantric Desire<p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"The one who fills your heart. The one whose arms enfold you with love. The God who enters into the Sacred Temple of the Moon with power and ecstasy. The temple whose gates are the path to the stars and the vessel waiting to invite the mystical soul child into existence. This is the beauty of sacred loving and the silent language of desire."</span></i></b><br /><br /><br />In order to be successful at something, we must desire it continuously, and be willing to act to fulfill that desire every day. Imagine your own path to success. Behind the drive toward your goal, isn't there an insatiable desire fueling you to overcome your obstacles?<br /><br />An essential ingredient in the practice of tantra, or divine weaving, is desire.<br /><br />In fact desire and action are the magic formula that assist us in attaining any goal.<br /><br />So what about our relationships?<br /><br /><br />When we cultivate the desire to become continuously focused on a successful, divine union, we are cultivating a loving, healing kind of desire called "devotion."<br /><br />The word devotion might evoke fears within ourselves that we had hoped would remain buried in the uncomfortable silence between us when we act out of pure lust without intention. We fear losing ourselves in devotion to the other person or we fear instigating unspoken vows to develop a kind of longevity with another person for which we feel we are not ready.<br /><br />With tantric devotion nothing could be farther from the truth.<br /><br />In our practice of tantric lovemaking, we need only be devoted to the integrity of our sacred space. Devotion to the cause of bliss and union, and devotion to honoring the sacredness of ourselves and the self of our partner is paramount to the success and the discovery of divine joy. This devotion is the continuous flow of desire toward a blissful existence.<br /><br />No matter what the nature of your relationship with your partner may be - be it casual, serious, committed, or something else - remaining within your own sacred space and honoring your devotion to your personal bliss within that space is the first concept that one must cultivate in the silent depths of ourselves.<br /><br />It is our devotion to the peace of tantra that will enable us to enter our sacred space and sustain our practice of the sacred love arts for as long as it takes until we attain divine experience. And divine experience is the path to mastery and thus divine, sacred union.<br /><br />Lovers, we are soul mating. We are calling into existence mates for our souls. Are we ready for our tantric weaving? Leaving you with these words:<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>"Love is like a vast ocean. Hold your breath and fall in."</i><br /><br />I journey to the shore and I am watching the waves trickle around my feet. My toes haven't adjusted yet to the cool waters of the sea. The sun beats down on my naked skin. I am kissed by the universe while clad by sky. Idealistic, romantic me is filled with the power of ecstasy. The waves approach me and tickle my toes again. They even engulf my feet and wash my ankles, massaging and enticing my achille's heel. Sandyfooted and chilly, I tiptoe into love's healing waters. Farther and deeper, my eyes can only fixate on the nearly invisible line of the horizon, where blue touches blue and the separation between them is imperceptible. Now the grand scheme is made clear.<br /><br />Thank you, Divine Partner, for desiring bliss enough to bathe me in the ocean of love and thus aiding in my quest to find my own sacred self through the experience of bliss.</p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">AfroTantra.com: Healing love relationships worldwide... one bedroom at a time.</div>Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196293051758213563.post-43801319228140411912008-07-09T23:28:00.000-07:002008-07-09T23:54:14.129-07:00The Invitation<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have loved this poem since the moment it entered my consciousness. Who wouldn't want to experience a love like this one, a true love, one that loves beneath the facade, sees through the fault and touches the need? What a powerful journey!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="font-size: 21.5pt; font-family: Georgia;">The Invitation</span></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 21.5pt; font-family: Georgia;"></span></strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.</span></strong><b><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><br /><strong>I want to know what you ache for</strong><br /><strong>and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.</strong><br /><br /><strong>It doesn’t interest me how old you are.</strong><br /><strong>I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool</strong><br /><strong>for love</strong><br /><strong>for your dream</strong><br /><strong>for the adventure of being alive.</strong></span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><br /><b><br /><strong>It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...</strong><br /><strong>I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow</strong><br /><strong>if you have been opened by life’s betrayals</strong><br /><strong>or have become shrivelled and closed</strong><br /><strong>from fear of further pain.</strong><br /><br /><strong>I want to know if you can sit with pain</strong><br /><strong>mine or your own</strong><br /><strong>without moving to hide it</strong><br /><strong>or fade it</strong><br /><strong>or fix it.</strong><br /><br /><strong>I want to know if you can be with joy</strong><br /><strong>mine or your own</strong><br /><strong>if you can dance with wildness</strong><br /><strong>and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes</strong><br /><strong>without cautioning us</strong><br /><strong>to be careful</strong><br /><strong>to be realistic</strong><br /><strong>to remember the limitations of being human.</strong><br /><br /><strong>It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me</strong><br /><strong>is true.</strong><br /><strong>I want to know if you can</strong><br /><strong>disappoint another</strong><br /><strong>to be true to yourself.</strong><br /><strong>If you can bear the accusation of betrayal</strong><br /><strong>and not betray your own soul.</strong><br /><strong>If you can be faithless</strong><br /><strong>and therefore trustworthy.</strong><br /><br /><strong>I want to know if you can see Beauty</strong><br /><strong>even when it is not pretty</strong><br /><strong>every day.</strong><br /><strong>And if you can source your own life</strong><br /><strong>from its presence.</strong><br /><br /><strong>I want to know if you can live with failure</strong><br /><strong>yours and mine</strong><br /><strong>and still stand at the edge of the lake</strong><br /><strong>and shout to the silver of the full moon,</strong><br /><strong>“<i>Yes</i>.”</strong><br /><br /><strong>It doesn’t interest me</strong><br /><strong>to know where you live or how much money you have.</strong><br /><strong>I want to know if you can get up</strong><br /><strong>after the night of grief and despair</strong><br /><strong>weary and bruised to the bone</strong><br /><strong>and do what needs to be done</strong><br /><strong>to feed the children.</strong><br /><br /><strong>It doesn’t interest me who you know</strong><br /><strong>or how you came to be here.</strong><br /><strong>I want to know if you will stand</strong><br /><strong>in the centre of the fire</strong><br /><strong>with me</strong><br /><strong>and not shrink back.</strong><br /><br /><strong>It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom</strong><br /><strong>you have studied.</strong><br /><strong>I want to know what sustains you</strong><br /><strong>from the inside</strong><br /><strong>when all else falls away.</strong><br /><br /><strong>I want to know if you can be alone</strong><br /><strong>with yourself</strong><br /><strong>and if you truly like the company you keep</strong><br /><strong>in the empty moments.</strong></b></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><b><strong></strong></b><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">© Mountaindreaming, from the book <i>The Invitation </i>published by <a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/global_scripts/product_catalog/order_xml.asp?isbn=0694524808" target="_blank">HarperSanFrancisco, 1999</a></span> <span style="font-size: 10pt;">All rights reserved</span> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">AfroTantra.com: Healing love relationships worldwide... one bedroom at a time.</div>Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196293051758213563.post-48030792573191594532008-07-09T23:13:00.000-07:002008-07-09T23:53:09.153-07:00All About AfroTantra<h3><span style="font-size:100%;">Love is definitely in the air! It's spring again and the amazing flow of intimate connection is touching one and all of us. This past January, my partner and I decided to embark on a journey to romantic wholeness that promised to affect each and every person that came into our auric field. That journey was and is AfroTantra. One Black Man, one Black Woman, and love forever fulfilled. The following is the passion behind our purpose. We hope you enjoy.</span></h3> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p> <h3><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://afrotantra.blogspot.com/2008/01/dakini-says-love-in-2008.html">The Dakini says 'Love' in 2008</a></span> </h3> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style=";font-family:Verdana;" >Dakini says 'Love' in 2008</span></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >History reinvents itself once again in four years, and where do we stand in life and love? I must admit that love is my main concern. This consciousness shift is especially significant to Black culture, being that this is a time when the alleged 300-year Willie Lynch curse draws to its predicted close. Black on Black love is nearing its pinnacle, and we lovers are at the helm.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >*AfroTantra* found its beginnings when the experience of love flooded in and joined two seekers on the path to Divine Union. AfroTantra is the culmination of nearly 25 years of study and practice of the art of Sacred Black Love.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >She is a tantric adept who practices the art of sensual dance and studies all aspects of women's health, sexuality and spirituality. She also writes and educates about these topics from a womanist perspective while giving honor to the man and his role in the divinity of life.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >He is a master at the art of sexual kung fu and long time wellness educator whose focus has been Sacred Black Love, self-empowerment and men's health. His teaching style is both funny and loving, and his command of the subject is outstanding.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style=";font-family:Verdana;" >Love is Love</span></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >There is no thing on earth that compares to him. He is champagne wish and caviar dream in beautiful black package, lovingly delivered by the divine. Phenomenal and awestriking. She was long overdue for sheer passion and universe delivered him happily, as the culmination of many years of hard labor in love. Love is easy with Sacred Black Love.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >She is wondrous fair. Hard edges fall away under his touch. Frightening but amazing all the while. He's known no 'she' like this 'she', who is so brilliant, yet so sexy. She is his goddess and his gift, granted by the divine, and he accepts with abandon. Sacred Black Love is the energy that fills his heart with stillness amid the chaos of life, and she is the manifestation.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >Had they never touched one another that very first time, they would have never learned the magic of the mystical sea of love, and thus, never learned new things about themselves. The eyes of their hearts would never have opened, mysterious treasures never reclaimed. The very thought of loving opened a sacred truth, and that truth was the light of the sacred touch that found their love. This is love power. The power of Sacred Black Love.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >AfroTantra reclaims the power of that love by exploring the Afrakan origins of the sacred love arts, and by reintroducing the sacred dance for the modern lover.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style=";font-family:Verdana;" >Sexuality Revisited and Redefined</span></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >AfroTantra encourages open and honest communication between partners, and introduces, again and for the very first time, the art of selfless giving and receiving of love. In the absence of shame, guilt and judgment, respect and growth occur in the sanctity of the intimate relationship. AfroTantra adds vision and dimension to the experiences of Black loving and Black sexuality. Removing and eradicating the extremes of 'freakish' and 'frigid' while addressing the horrors of sexual violence, AfroTantra creates a space where sacred sexuality and sacred loving can manifest not only in the bedroom but in all aspects of everyday life.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style=";font-family:Verdana;" >Experiencing Divine Union through Sacred Black Love</span></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >Black lovers are filling their lives with pleasure, love and joy every day with Sacred Black Love. Imagine love at its pinnacle and colors brighter than ever before. Imagine tender eye-gazes while making love by candlelight, and in the stillness singing songs of passion, finding new notes to love's melodious tone. Imagine making love in utter darkness, not knowing where one ends and the other begins: in the sacred darkness finding absolute union and becoming one.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >Love is the story, constantly unfolding and evolving. AfroTantra is the universe's new lesson, telling the old story of rebirth. The reinvention of our history is upon us. Where will we stand as the changes in our culture unfold? As fear falls away, only love can remain. 2008 prepares us for a fresh start. Are we, lovers, ready? Making this year and every year abundant in love begins with us. Make this our best year ever. You have the power. The power of Sacred Black Love.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">AfroTantra.com: Healing love relationships worldwide... one bedroom at a time.</div>Dakini Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07632214961763722595noreply@blogger.com0