To clear the air —
What the majority of humans don’t understand is that an orgasm does not occur between the legs; rather, its principle domain resides between the ears.
Moreover, it seems trite to state that the largest sexual organ on the human body is the skin. Yet, it begs to ask why we pay so much lip service to this accepted wisdom over cocktails while giving it little credence when we are between the sheets? The promise of seduction surrendered to raw lust.
The focus on penises and vaginas abandons the salient element of the human orgasm: a state of mind, body, and soul. A hyper-unconsciousness of awareness. An utterly transcendent, metaphysical experience. Our physical and mental being subtly poured into one another, awash in a translucent blue sea of seemingly infinite bliss, rendering us one with the universe.
The art of making love is not an act. It is an elusive mystery that requires a counterintuitive release of our need to control it’s creation. The paradox is in the letting go which gives rise to its inexplicable appearance when least expected. The journey to liberation made timeless by exploration beyond the five senses. Seeing one another through the resplendent prism of the proverbial third eye of universal consciousness. Boundless and unbridled.
This often indescribable alchemy of these other-worldly passions was first captured in a lyrical tome penned by the thirteenth century Sufi mystic, Rumi. Aptly titled, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing.
For modern humans, words fail. It’s business as usual. One turn of a revolving door; in and out. Cell phones beckoning us like the song of the Sirens drawing sailors to crash their ships on the rocks. Forever marooned under their spell.
Were Rumi alive today he would counsel getting lost in time; to place bees’ wax in our ears to drown out the allure of meaningless distractions. Euphemistically characterizing the physical merger of two beings as the penultimate mystical joint venture...
