Inner Planes Pleasure of Polarity (by Alyssa)

This I know of love's purple mountain majesty:

Sacred masculine probing with vitality, throbbing with urgency, bursting forth to fecundate

Sacred feminine melting and opening, echoing angel sounds, receiving to contain, grow, and birth

Positive and negative join to become energy: a third force greater than each on their own:

The steamy, sumptuous, synergistic symbiosis of sex.

Tenderly, sweetly, sacredly, purposefully come together!

Make the world right

Let harmony reign

The kingdom of kindness is at hand.

Ecstasy of release, send the impulse of love-joy to the far reaches of the heavens and earth. What blessed relief to forget oneself, the self-forgetting that brings remembrance of perfect peace profound.

Even making love to moon and stars is a pure gift of pleasure from the Goddess and God. Blessed Be. Joyful Be.

(Please: Always protect yourself with safe sex. Creative playfulness always trumps unprotected sex. Never take any chances with your health and wellbeing.)

Krishnamurti's Book of Life, August 5: Truth is Found Moment to Moment

Truth cannot be accumulated. What is accumulated is always being destroyed; it withers away. Truth can never wither because it can only be found from moment to moment in every thought, in every relationship, in every word, in every gesture, in a smile, in tears. And if you and I can find that and live it --the very living is the finding of it-- then we shall not become propagandists; we shall be creative human beings -- not perfect human beings, but creative human beings, which is vastly different.

Alyssa would add, "Love works the same way as truth."

Krishnamurti, All the Marvelous Earth, page 96:

When you look at the stars, there is you who are looking at the stars in the sky; the sky is flooded with brilliant stars, there is cool air, and there is you, the observer, the experiencer, the thinker, you with your aching heart, you, the center, creating space. You will never understand about the space between yourself and the stars, yourself and your wife or husband or friend, because you have never looked without the image, and that is why you do not know what beauty is or what love is. You talk about it, you write about it, but you have never known it except perhaps at rare intervals of total self-abandonment. So long as there is a center creating space around itself there is neither love nor beauty. When there is no center and no circumference, then there is love. And when you love you are beauty.

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