Kundalini Splendor

Eric Ashford, the gifted poet who lives in Derbyshire, England, continues to pour forth incredible poems which capture in refined and polished language the full erotic quality of loving and being loved by "The Goddess." (The same one many of us think of as Kundalini, and who is also traditionally spoken of as "the Beloved Within.") This poem reveals the virtually inexpressible intimacy of such a relationship--and calls up the many myths of love making between human and divine (see Zeus-Semele, Mary-God, for starters. It is an ancient and recurring theme.)


storms of intimacy

For days
I find myself leafing through
a liquid instruction manual
wondering how to breathe air
and not drown.

She celebrates Her presence
with aftershocks of emotion
detonating tactile images of intimacy.
Blood is not just blood
but a book of prayer She sings from.
Flesh wants to wear Her lightly
just to be seen through.

I walk in and out of myself-
a romantic fiction
made real enough to be lived
knowing that I am being rewritten
as Her own love story.
An alchemy of echoes
leaves me as vulnerable
as honey on Her tongue.
Like the afterglow of a kiss
I am present as an undertone
of havoc and sweetness.

Everything changes direction;
visible hands become hidden inside
rainbows of exhilaration.
Perspectives collide into essence-
a way of seeing that predicts
a vision of Her upon the fluid curves
of my mind.
I hear the deep panting
of impossibly distant stars
just behind my closed eyes.

copyright, Eric Ashford

(for more, see his site at http://goddessthemes.blogspot.com/ )