TANTRIC
POETRY
Poetry as an act of sacred love.
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Do it naked. Anything you do naked becomes more powerful because you
are not only using your mind but also your body, your senses, your
heart.
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Sometimes we get stuck in a poem because we want it to go one
direction and it wants to go another. Let the poem run the show,
picture yourself as a surfer and the poem as the wave that is setting
the pace, let your poetry lead the movement, enter in a greater
movement, like when in sex you allow yourself to open to a rhythm
that is more than the sum of two, let it go wherever it wants to go.
Explore.
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I create because art expands me, I dig into myself and I surrender to
something bigger than myself and in doing so I discover another
version of me, I become another person, an amplified self, someone I
didn't know I carried inside. In the process of creating I'm greating
myself from a higher place.
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Create space for the poem, prepare the place, prepare yourself, make
a date, turn the music on, light candles, whatever takes your fancy,
let it know that you are ready, that you are in love, that this
moment is just for you too. Your poem is your lover, step in in with
joy and let it show up the way it is.
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Travel. Poetry is a trip that can take you to other dimensions, inner
and outer. Writing is a journey, walk the path in wonder because if
you keep at it new landscapes will unfold in front of you where there
was only a barren land ( or so you thought), poetry may take you
nowhere in terms of money but, again, it may take you to places where
money is made irrelevant.
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Let the poem go through your seven chakras, up and down in a spiral,
from the most intense to the sublime and back.
- Feel safe, believe in what you are doing, your work has a right to exist, just get started.
- Find your inspiration by playing, making love, singing, painting, dancing or going for walks in the countryside.
- Work on your willpower, stay at it, persevere, have fun, enjoy, shine.
- Feel the love you have in you permeate the poem, soak in compassion and acceptance of that part of you that wants to expand and grow for love's own sake.
- Show it, publish your work, read it, record it, make it seen, by all means, do something with it.
- Follow your intuition, the poem shouldn't be this or that and you shouldn't be a pleaser, you are your own voice. Let your art manifest itself the way it wants.
- Connect your poem, your writing to a higher source. There's something else interplaying there. You have created a field where amplified states of consciousness may occur and whose potential goes far beyond your original intention. Thus your writing may become your healer, the bearer of grace, and from there reach and touch the lives of many others who are in need of healing and grace. Through your own sorrows, defeats, insights, joys, trials and tribulations you open up a space of authenticity that can inspire and be followed by others.
Love
makes us more creative because when love transcends fear whatever we
do becomes a manifestation of our purest being, our contribution to
life and the expression of who we really are. Go, then, to your
poetry in freedom, integrity and grace.
Have
sex. There's such energy and beauty in the act of love that it
permeates everything you do. Your art may acquire another quality, a
deep, richer texture, something that is truer to you than any other
thing you do. The more you explore sex the more you can deepen into
your poetic experience
We
"do" it as much as we are "done" by it. We tread
into a whole new element when we write, another realm of
consciousness, more focused, sometimes sharper, sometimes more
relaxed, so we are not the same person when we enter the poem as when
we step out of it, something in between has happened to us. Writing
has become an act of communion, celebration, fulfilment. Writing
becomes then a doorway so that we become a doorway for others. What
we are being at the moment of writing is the single most important
thing in the act of creating a new piece.
So
go for it in love and in awe, explore and let it fill you.
AENGUS
"...and
pluck till time and times are done
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun"
W.B. Yeats
Burning
like a fair woman I am
among
the sleeping wheat
Sound
of the quiet waters
prophetic
waters dreaming
of
white voices plucking life,
apples
in the shady garden
hardly
awakened to tremor and dew,
apples
that retain the whisper of the flesh
what
remains inside the things that fall silent
Aengus,
I crossed the shadow
I
put my hands together to gather the rain
to
sow in my wet soil
the
fruit of light and moon
Aengus,
come into the waters
open
my blood and found in it the night
come
with your offering
I
am
the rain
that
your mouth is calling forth
Text and poem by Brunhilde Román
Video recording by Jenny Carralero
