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What is “the feminine” anyway?

17 Sep 2012, Posted by admin in Blog
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She’s not a woman, not a girly way of being, not pink, not lipstick, not strippers, not belly dancers, not ballerinas.  She’s not a bunch of Burning Man tribal “goddesses” wearing leather and feathers (although they’re lovely and probably open to Her).  When speaking of “the feminine,” I am not speaking of anything that is not wholly available to men, butches, transfolk, and tomboys.  When I speak of the feminine, I’m talking about Her, with a capital H.  The big one, the Mother.

She is the sensuous earthly weave of interconnected sentience, the emotional and energetic stream that pours through me, the trees, the soil beneath us, and the living universe.  She is the miracle of information that arises in my body in response to the tides, the magnetic resonance of the planet, and the tea I drink for breakfast.

When I acknowledge the absurd impossibility of my aloneness, when I taste my communion with the web of life, surrendering to my inextricable interconnectedness with all that exists, this is when I begin to experience the feminine directly.

She is teeming with life, pulsing with electricity and erotic intelligence; she is the river of current moving through us and as us, available to each of us at all times, even in the city, even behind the glare of this screen.

And “the masculine?” What is He? 

He’s not a mountain man, an auto mechanic, or that buff fire spinner you saw perform once.  He’s not Robert Bly, or David Deida, although they often embody him.  When I speak of the masculine, I’m not talking about a specific person, nor am I talking about men in general.  I’m not talking about a set of attributes or a way of being.

When I speak of “the masculine,” I am speaking of the pure awareness of consciousness.  He is the silent light that perceives Her, the background of silence, the I Am consciousness.

Seen from this angle, sex is the dance between the sensual pulse of universal aliveness (the feminine) and the silent pure light of consciousness (the masculine). It is far broader than anything that occurs between a penis and a vagina (or any other combination of genitals, for that matter).  Intercourse is that great loom of sensory give-and-take that is continually being exchanged between the sunrise and the morning dew or between the air I breathe and the tiny, delicate alveoli in my lungs that drink that air.   The orgasm in my body mirrors the pulsing orgasms of the universe, the infinite churning creative power that makes new worlds.

 

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