pour your libation at my feet
This is going to be controversial. So be it.
I rise to the symphony of sunrise birds and a sentence I cannot let lie.
“Your clients must fall in love with you all the time.”
There is a subtle note of disapproval as it falls from the lips of a talking therapist. One who, like me, works with many people of opposite gender in states of vulnerability.
He says it like it’s an undesirable side effect.
The days go by and the implications fill me with disquiet.
Falling in love is not okay. it is not okay if they are paying you. it is not okay if they pay to share an intimacy that nothing can prepare you for, and so they fall in love. And that’s not okay.
They do fall in love with me.
I should fucking hope so.
Because my friend, I am not in the business of patching up a neatly defined, sterilized area of their psyche. I am in the business of lightning.
I am a water-bearer of Love. It is famously not tidy. It spreads like wildfire, burns like hell and keeps us awake at night in torment. Love pisses on morality and shits on your neat little plans and leaves claw marks on the insides of your thighs. People come to me because rather than continuing a life without roses - they are ready to face the thorns.
We summon that earth-shattering force from the depths, like unhoped-for sap from gnarled, dry old trees. I guide people into opening their body into a pleasure that, as they never tire of telling me, they have never, ever felt in their life. We go into the heart of intimacy together and meet soul to soul, we cry tears of fertile pleasure into places where their hope, their joy had curled up and died a century ago.
I should fucking hope so, they fall in love with me.
You want to love the messenger, go ahead. I will not encourage you, but I will not shame you either. The heart’s rich jungle can easily include me in its multitudes - it is no arid plain, with one timid sappling for all glory. You want to love the beacon, the arms of merciful softness, the voice that will call you out of hiding, fine. I don’t take it personally and I honor the delicate tremor of that thread.
So pour your libation at my feet on your way to hundreds of others’. I will not teach you your love is a blessing and then scorn it.
Osho says the deeper teachings of Tantra cannot be given until the master and disciple become deep lovers. I will keep beating that drum. I claim no part in the madness of arbitrary safety fences that fragment our experience of belonging to each other.
Love me darling. I am honored to be part of your path to loving you.
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