“Eroticism is assenting to life up to the point of death” - Georges Bataille
The erotic is a place where extremes touch. It is where death and love come together, in the deepest human wish for union - for breaking through the boundaries of my individuality, and the necessary annihilation it brings. Eroticism is a whisper from the beyond. A strange pull and push, a desire and a possession to not only find pleasure, but also to transgress, to drink from the forbidden cup, to break the sacred rules, and in the burning freshness of touching taboos, I feel deeply penetrated by life itself.
Eroticism pulls me outside the confines of my “self”. As if possessed by the Siren’s melody, I give myself permission to transgress, to digress from the familiar. It allows me to forget my old identity, begin anew like the tarot's Fool, vibrantly present as if on the verge of a profound revelation. It’s this unwavering commitment to what is enfolding in each moment, this crisp availability for the “other” that seems to be reaching for me from the further shore.
This vibrant immediacy is pleasure. The dissolution of individuality into ecstatic union is a moment of suspension - la petite mort - between who I was and who I will become. It reveals another reality, where I transcend my body, and become a clear, boundless ocean of potential.
Just like in silent meditation.
Silent meditation is an inner erotic encounter with the self. Practicing intimacy in concentration meditation ignites the senses, intensifying both pleasure and pain. It is an encounter with the invisible, with a hidden a part of the self. As I brave the deeper layers of my sensual experience, I encounter my secret and forbidden inner gardens.
It is the erotic desire for truth that seduces me to trespass the once-revered inner boundaries. I venture forward with my sword of veracity: nothing is sacred unless it is real in the immediacy of the moment. With each step, I reveal myself to myself -a striptease of illusions- until the naked truth is laid bare. Belief by belief, I uncover and recognise myself, feeling the sweet joy of coming home combined with the awe of penetrating into the inner sanctuary of my soul.
Silent meditation is an invitation to surrender, to open my body completely, undoing all my certainties and securities, untying the fabric of my being, and risking it all. I annihilate myself out of love, for love.
“Love has befriended me so completely, it burned me to ashes and freed me” - Hafiz
Anyone who mortifies the body, is confused. Awareness is not distracted by the desires of the body; it is the desires of the body. Awakening is not the transcendence of sensual experience; it is a penetrative assent to our sensuality, up to the point of death, annihilation, and the dissolution into boundless, changeless awareness.
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