miércoles, 24 de abril de 2019

Tantric Poetry


                                     TANTRIC POETRY

                                     Poetry as an act of sacred love.

_ 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.

_ 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.

_ 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.

_ 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.

_ 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.

_ 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








2 comentarios:

  1. Beautiful words, Brunhilde, you are so full of life and vitality, I´ll visit your blog more often.
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    1. Woooooow!!! thank you so much for your generous words, I feel really honoured. Big hug and much love, gorgeous woman.

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