LOVE CHILD Feb 12/2017

When we speak
of our sexual essence
we refer to three things in one:
Our life force energy
Our longing for reunion
and our permission for Divine bliss
None of these may be separated from the others
none is of greater value than the rest
none are presently activated upon this planet
and none
are fully understood

Imagine a wise, beautiful woman
who sends her lover off to war
She knows he is afraid
She knows he does not want to lose her
She tenderly wraps a scented lock of her hair
in a wee silk which bears her name
and slips it in his pocket
a talisman
a secret promise of faith
She tells him to never lose it
and when things are hardest
to press it to his heart
his lips
his eyes
and always remember
always believe
that she always
always awaits

The soldier travels to the great war
It is exactly as he planned
and it is much, much worse than he feared
He could never have known
how terrible it would be
having lived so fully in the arms of her Love
But the soldier does as his beloved has asked
he keeps her gift hidden deep within
and every day
as he kills and maims
every night in the cold and the pain
he tastes her kiss in his mind

One day he is caught by his enemy
he is separated from his comrades
tortured and starved
Every day thrown back into
his empty and filthy cell
The only thing that keeps him alive
is the scent
the knowledge
the memory of her
and her promise that one day
this story will end
one day
she will be there
to greet him when he returns

And then a day comes
when all his possessions are stripped away
and he realizes he has lost the silk
he cannot find the scent of her hair
He searches and searches in vain
till he falls to his knees upon the stone
and every fear he has ever had
now has a place to play
What if she too has left him now?
What if she has forgotten what she said?
What if the softness
the sweetness of her Love
will never be tasted again?

It is from this place
of separation
a choice is born in his broken heart
from this place
of loss of faith
he decides to turn away
from the promises he made
and find another answer to his pain

Now every day
and every night too
it is vengeance that lives in his thoughts
Instead of a vision of a return to peace
he is consumed by sharing his loss
If he cannot know love
then no one else can
If his captors have made him suffer
then they must suffer too
and this boiling rage
becomes his reason
and he finds his freedom
through the fuel of retaliation
and the bloodstained tables are turned

As he gathers the other broken soldiers
he merges their hopelessness
justifies their faithlessness
gives them a new place
to put their deepest fear
And together they rise up
and in their turn take captives
who are imprisoned and tortured
starved and shamed
and every time he hurts inside
he now can hurt another
and sometimes as he does so
he cannot help but remember Love
sometimes he even calls out her name

Dear, sweet soldiers and lovers
Dear lost seekers of home
This is the story
of your search for your soul
your seeking of Godheads
your Creators and Spirits
This is the story of your present confusion
the loss which still haunts you
the Love that still believes in you
asking to be rediscovered
remembered
and reclaimed

For what this simple
broken-hearted soldier
did not realize in his moment of lost hope
was that even when
those strands of hair
that silken promise fell away from his grasp
it lived on in her heart
nothing changed in her mind
for She is eternal
She is immortal
She is the reunion
which cannot be forgotten
and She always waits for him there

Soldiers
Soldiers one and all
and every one of you
man, woman and child
is a soldier upon this Earth
Soldiers listen and understand
The war is your Karma
The torture is your courage and your growth
The retaliation is the expression of polarization
that is always and inevitably
the language of human fear
The Lover is your sexual activation
your true heart
and your conscious awakening
The Lover is the Goddess
who has never once forgotten
who understood exactly why you left
and exactly when
you would return

The Lover knows
there is no other ending
to this vast and universal story
and she promises you
you will find your way
back into her arms again

But the choice is yours
always yours
to stay in the hell realms
as long as you please
every time
you give your pain to another
you spin the wheel further
into your own illusion
every time
you abandon Divine nature
the story repeats itself
while she waits
for your kiss

And be not shocked
that your Goddess is a seducer
for she asks for your surrender
she asks for all surrender
as the answer to the fear
which drives nations to war
She knows you will know
no greater beauty
so long as you walk
upon this Earth
of men

She knows that out of pleasure
all life is born
She knows that death is given
so you may taste it all again
She knows that her earthquakes
her volcanoes
and her floods
are the release of the Divine feminine
which may never be quenched
and she knows
that even your ignorance
must not be judged

There are lifetimes of this dance
in every mortal woman and man
The feminine may hold a memory
of her capacity for healing embrace
but she must take back this position
and cease dwelling in powerlessness and pain
The masculine may hear an echo of
his Lover’s faithful wish
but he must learn to walk away
from old habits of vengeance and blame

For every soul there is a Lover
so vast
no shame is too great for her trust
She welcomes you
weak and bloodied
she asks nothing about where you have been
And while it may seem that Karma
roars louder than ever before
it is only because the game is done
and our illusions fight for their lives
But the truth has never been more sound
the vision never more clear
The Lover of Love
of human desire
will close this circle of Life
Soldier and Goddess
in embrace once again
will conceive the love child
of Peace

And the life force energy
the soul reunion
the permission for what is sexually Divine
will be returned to each one
swelling rivers
exploding mountains
washing away all that has felt unloved
upon our beloved Earth
for these are the ways of miracles
in every new life found
the coming home to the heart
to the bed of the Goddess
more power in her fertile breath
than upon any battle ground

The hardest thing you have ever done
may be to grant yourself this joy
for herein lies
the seed of all truths
No wrongs
No loss
No more

© AdiKanda 2017