Tantra essentially means to weave. It is the weaving together of the feminine and masculine energies into a whole. The easiest way to see this stares you right in the face everyday and that is sexual attraction between the two eternal energies. It's the reason why the left hand path of unity and tantra is often conflated with the erotic. It is hard not to. To succumb to passion and desire and recombine into a whole is the destiny of all. Externally we reenact this truth and conduct marriage ceremonies to express our desire to make the two halves a whole. Did you know however that within is the same process that for most remains dormant? This is the mystery of mysteries. Within each and everyone of us is our soulmate crying out to us. In our myths she is sleeping beauty, or the frog who is actually the prince, or the beast from beauty and the beast who is rescued with the power of love. I am a knight in shining armour and I rescue the princess. I am her protector and she is my strength. Once discovered, and the veil is lifted, then the two sacred energies remember once again the sacred of all sacred. The coming together of woman and man. Balance of moon and sun. They remember to play.
I'd like to forget all of my Pink Floyd records. The ability to discover their music once again would be a priceless gift. What I would give to become enraptured by the music once again; to be taken in and long to finish work and spend the evening listening to 'The Dark Side of the Moon.' To feel the attraction and addiction to the delicious hypnotic pull of the melody and its hooks. To listen to the track 'Time,' sing along and feel it deep into my soul. I think you get what I'm putting down here. It is a universal gift to be able to forget and make the feeling and experience new again. We chase novelty and the long separation refreshes and renews the eternal love affair making it new again. We have all eternity so why not?
The fire rises while the chase is on. The energy devoured by the flame is the passion of life. When you get the girl or finish climbing the mountain then the flame starts to slowly die out. She wanted me to chase her, to play, but not to be caught. That road we have explored before and it never works. It leads to the long separation. The tantric magic unravels and we have to forget all we have known in order to begin the game and the chase anew. Prolong the foreplay as long as possible, hang out on the edge, and be tempted with giving in to the deliciousness of the situation at hand. We look into each other's eyes and say 'not yet.' We divide unity up into many iterations of the feminine and masculine self and play the erotic game of hide and seek with the thrill of rediscovering one another. Plant medicines journeys hint at tantra. The world is tantra. The universe is tantra. The chase brings us together. The weaver once again brings us entwined into a sacred unity. We play this out upon many stages. The union coalesces all into the one and the orgasmic explosion of the concentrated sacred feminine and masculine energy blows apart unity once again and so begins the long separation.
Until we do it again.