Tantra

An eye with a honeycomb iris shedding a tear of honey, bees beside it

You were never broken.

You were forbidden.

Forbidden to want.

Forbidden to feel.

Forbidden to be.

So you learned to be less.

And you called it wisdom.

And you kept going.

A black cat in round red sunglasses blowing a red bubble

The Left Hand Path doesn't ask you to transcend.

It asks you to arrive.

All of you.

The parts you show.

The parts you hide.

The parts you have never shown anyone.

The parts you pretend don't exist.

All of it — welcome.

All of it — sacred.

All of it — the path.

Kali with closed eyes and outstretched tongue, hands joined in prayer

When you sit with me

something in you recognises

that it doesn't have to perform anymore.

And it exhales.

And it begins to speak.

A woman with a crown of wild flowers, eyes closed, beside the words: Rule number 1: fuck what they think

Come as you are.

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