madfoxdog

The lands of great bliss should be available to man, woman, bird and beast. There should be no gates on the entrance of heaven. If there were I would be kept out. For I am many things,

I am often animal,

and wallow in the mud of delusion and pity. I often refuse to lift my head, to see the liberated heavens above. I am guilty of not dreaming, of following the ass in front of me as a member of a herd. Yet as animal there is beauty too, there is a wild fierceness and dogged determination. There is a feeling of absolute resiliency, of an ability to survive in squalor, and joyful steps in the sunshine. The animal is powerful, for those that dare embody it, often one fears the roar, that the lion will come and completely carry us away. Yet in the form of an animal, in the form of a lion we can Roar and shake the heavens!

I am often lust,

or at least living in the joy and energy of sex. Oftentimes I manipulate, pull strings and prey on fortunate circumstance to achieve the object of my desire. Sometimes I overlook the existence of others, and forget that they too deserve to live in the heavenly realm. I am so intoxicated on desire, the perfume that warms my heart, that I purse wildly, and only barely do I wake up to my own machinations. Lust is not so great but desire can be very helpful. As a being filled with desire I realize that it is not all about me. Desire could be a pure thing, and I could. Use the desire I have as inspiration to work intimately with others, to completely see the hearts of others as I see my own heart. If I had proper discipline, I would do so, I would bare my naked breast, and my unclothed loins to those I love and I would not recoil when struck. Yet my desire drives me to lay bare my own heart, this is itself a miracle.

I am often aggression,

As a denizen of hell I live with aggression. It fills me not as much as lust, but sometimes when I am left unfulfilled anger rises in my heart. When I drop my discipline I get angry at other. When I keep my awareness, my anger cuts itself. Like a razor, self existing, the aggression without direction solves it's own problems, yet as an inferior being I am often unable to bring the requisite integrity to my actions.

I rely on the dakini's, the beautiful dancing women. The women in the world and in my dreams guide me. When I am a fool, I am ignored, when I manipulate, I am told so. When I am lustful, the maiden runs. Watching this play closely I see myself, I see my foolishness, and unsuccessful schemes. As I open my heart, I see song, and grow aware of the existence of an absolute heavenly realm, one that I do not deserve to life in, but one that I must love others to reach. To the women that run, that sing, laugh, dance and strip their hearts and breasts bare for me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart . You illuminate the world.

Picture credit Lora Zombie.

Direct Inspiration credit;

@chuff @8ball2

And another unnamed lady friend. xx